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'ER3IT  Y  OF  CALIFORNIA 
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ORIGINAL  POEMS, 


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By  PAUL  ALLEN,  A.  M. 


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TOT  HE 

Rev.  JONATHAN  MAXCY,  D.  ».... 

PRESIDENT  OF  RHODE-ISLAND  COLLEGE. 

SIR, 

LOOKING  back  on  the  hours  of 
tny  past  life,  none  appear  more  har  to 
me  than  those  which  I  passed  at  that 
University  which  is  now,  and  was 
then,  honoured  by  your  superinten 
dence. 

As  a  small  tribute,  therefore,  of  my 
gratitude,  as  well  as  personal  esteem 
and  respect  for  your  high  character 
and  talents,  permit  me,  Sir,  to  dedi» 
cate  this  little  volume  to  you,  with  an 
assurance,  that  I  take  to  myself  a 
secret  pride  and  satisfaction  in  mak 
ing  this  public  acknowledgment. 

I  amy  Sir, 
With  sentiments  of  esteem, 

Tour  humble  Servant, 

PAUL  ALLEN: 


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J  TOTOTHI^G  is  more  difficult  than  for  an  author 
«*-^    to  write  on.  the-  fubjecl  of  his  own  produc 
tions.    If  he  applauds,  he  will  incur,  and  with 
j  aft  ice,  the  name  of  a  fclf-conceited.  coxcomb  ;  and 
if  he  cenfures,  he  will  as  juftly  have  his  character 
for  truth  and  fmcerity  calledKu  qucftion  by  the 
world.     I  hope  I  may,  without  either  imputation, 
declare,  that  it  was  not  the  vanity  of  authorfhip 
that  induced  me^Jf^nuke  the  following  collection : 
had  that  been  the  object,  I  might,  from  the  many 
trifles  I  have  written,  have  fuelled  my  collection ' 
into  a  goodjtzfalk  volume.     It  is  certainly  an  im- 
pofition  to  cxpofe  pieces,  which  were  written  merely 
to   gratify  private  whim,  or  the  felicitations  of 
friendihip,  to  the  infpection  and  animadverfion  of 
.    a  judicious  and  difcriminating  public.   Productions 
of  fuch  a  nature  ought  to  die  with  the  occafion 
which  gave  them  birth.      Many  of  the  mod  ce 
lebrated   Englifh  writers,  by  an  injudicious  expo* 
jfure  of  produ&ions  of  this  kind,   have  efTmtially 
injured  their  characters  j  from  which  even  the  ve 
nerable  names  of  Pope  and  Swift  do  not  form  an 
exception. 

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To  fay  that  I  am  indifferent  about  the  fate  of 
my  prefent  publication,  would  be  arrogantly  to 
aflume  what  doeslfot  belong  to  feeble  humanity. 
To  fay  that  I  build  very  ftrong  hopes  on  it,  would 
equally  fwerve  from -the  truth,  and  violate  the  feel 
ings  of  my  heart.  Neither  indifferent  to  public 
applaufe,  nor  anxioufly  courting  it,'  I  await  the 
iflue  of  the  trial. 

Several  of  the  following  pieces  were  written  in 
moments  of  occafion^J  mirth  and  gaiety,  and  others 
in  a  fettled  gloom  and  deje<5Hoft  of  mind.  I  hope, 
and  cheer  myfelf  in  the  hope,  that  the  reader, 
whatever  fault  he  may  find  iij<je  poetry  or  the ' 
language,  will  difcover  nothing  which  has  a  ten 
dency  to  excite  or  continue  the  acrimony  of  party, 
nothing  which  will  injure  thefacred  caufe  of  virtue 
and  religion. 

'Authors  who  can  meanly  pander  thofc  talents 
which  God  and  nature  have  given  them  for  the 
nobleft  purpofes,  to  the  worft,  muft  have  much  to 
reflect  on,  and  much  to  regret,  in  the  tour  of  di£ 
folution.  Licentioufnefs  of  principle  needs  not  the 
alluring  excitements  of  the  painter  or  the  poet  to 
bring  it  into  a&ion.  On  the  contrary,  he  who  en 
deavours  to  'fupport  the  caufe  of  virtue  and  reli 
gion,  though  he  ftiould  foil  in  the  attempt,  deferves 
the  thanks  of  mankind  for  the  effort.  Succefs  of 

execution 


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execution  is  what  no  man,  howevet  gifted  by  na 
ture,  or  improved  by  education,  can  promife  to 
himfelf ;  but  every  man,  however  inferior  his  ta 
lents,  may  and  ought  to  be  refponfible  for  purity 
of  intention  j  and  with  that  he  muft  ultimately 
be  contented.  The  event  is  in  the  difpofal  of  a 
Being  who  knows,  who  appreciates,  and  who  will 
finally  reward,  the  labours  of  his  faithful  fervants. 
The  widow,  who  caft  her  mite  into  the  temple,  did 
not  pafs  unnoticed  or  uncommendcd  by  that  Being 
to  whom  the  temple  was  confederated. 

That  man  is  little  verfed  in  the  practice  of  the 
world,  who  do^not  know  that  the  reputation  of 
an  -author,  as  well  as  that  of  a  man,  is  always  open 
to  the  fneers  of  the  malevolent.  This  is  the  un 
happy  propenfity  of  human  nature,  from  which  no 
rectitude  of  conduct,  no  purity  of  intention,  no 
fplendour  of  intellect,  can  defend  us. 

Deeply  imprefled  with  thefe  confiderations,  and 
at  the  fame  time  confcious  of  my  many  deficiencies  ; 
having  j*erhaps  much  to  fear  from  the  one,  and 
little  indulgence  to  hope  for  the  other  j  I  fubmit 
my  productions  to  the  public  tribunal. 


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CONTENTS,        , 

113     *  '*          "'   >x  '    ?  .        ?;,  ..        ° 

POEM  on  the  Happinefe  of  America  ....*..! 
RefleSlons  on  having  Rhode-IJland  Collegt    ....    13 

Ode  for  the  Fourth  of  July  .  . 16 

Columbia  relieved ..,.'...     17 

Ode  for  the  Fourth  of  July    .  .   ....  .'.,..    19 

—~  for  tk;  Fourth  of  July    .    .......    ...    21 

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— «y<?r  w*  Providence  AJfouation  of  Mechanics   •  .    23* 

—  /o  yfr/ »•.•«••••...    25 

—/or  ^  7V«w  2W  .........•','...  26 

—  /o  Cheerfulnefs   .......'..  .»t.  .   .  .  .    29 

7he  Pkafures  of  Fancy  .............    32 

ToFlorella  ........  .'."..'  /.  .  .  ....    34 

To  the  Morning  Star  ..............    36 

To  a  young  Lady  who  prefcnted  me  with  a  Ring    •    38 
Crumb  of  Conflation  to  a  Widowed  Dove  .  ....  40 

Daphnls  and  Evelina 42 

Oflian's  Addrefs  to  the  Evening  Star ,  .    45 

Lamentation  of  Armm  for  the  Lofs  of  his  Daughter  46 

To  //^  Fair  Coqasttes .  .   48: 

Elegy  on  a  Dog  namsd  Cupid t  .  50   - 

Lines  written  In  a  Sifter's  Pocket-Book   .  .  .  .  .    . "  5  L- 

On  returning  to  a  Latfy  a  Volume  of  Hay  by' t  Poems  52.' 


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A  Comparison ...„•...«....    55' 

Device  for  a  Quack'*  Coat  of  Arms  .   .  .  i  ^v.  .  ib. 

Modern  Sublime * '.  .  .  .  C& 

r.     ,  .    -•  r~ 

On  a  Stupid  Piece  of  Poetry  .  .  . 5$ 

0«  feeing  a  Spider  weaving  kit  Wei  on  a  /V)       .£ 

lurns  of  the  Speffator .'.'••  "v     * 

JW«.v  i/i  Af«?^?  Darw'me—Th  Loves  of  B*fon\      ^ 

and  Soap .........    J.    v" 

Impromptu  on  Lawyer*   ...  r  .........    59 

Tribute  of  RefyeQ  to  Peter  Pindar  ..../...  i l>« 

7V  Ormond  <........»... 60 

///«/  /<?  Rhymer*  .,..«*••«•*•••'••  6* 
£clogut   ••«••««••••«  t  «••••••••    64 

//;a«V  ^^r/// 68 

...   r  **...*.... 70 

Wakened  in  Sklnsft  fy  a  Serenade  ....  74 
On  feeing  the  Body  of  a  dead  Horft  untuned  ...  75 
Epitaph  on  an  Indian  ..............  77 

Grave-Stone  of  a  Relation 78 

a/7ar  w^  dWa/  .Si-j  .......   79 

Eulogy  on  Mr*  Samud  Danfortb  .........   ib. 

—  /a  M*  Memory  of  a  departed  Brother  .  .  .  .  8l 

/-/««  addrejfcd  to  a  Ring-Dove 83 

••  -  /a  a  Friend  about  to  depart   ....   85 

0<fc  A?  Childhood 87 

— —  to  Health 89 

to  Sleep  ,  , 92 

Lintt  io  the  Memory  of  Cowper    •  •  .   ......   p£ 

To  «  Ladj  tuhojhed  Tear*  at  reading  a  Novel   .  .  96 
WlKam  and  Mary ,   *  .   98 


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J       ORIGINAL  POEMS.    ,  „ 


A  Poem  delivered  in  tie  Bapttft  Mceti*g-Houfc,  Septm* 
lert  1793— the  Jnniverfary  of  the  Commencement  of 
Rhode-Jfland  College. 

VVHILE  foreign  empires  fpread  their  loud  alarms, 
And  rife  refplendcnt  in  the  pomp  of  arms  ; 
While  wars  and  difcord  bid  the  crjmfon  gore 
Swell  in  .each  vein,  and  gufb  from  ev'ry  pore  | 
COLUMBIA  ftands,  and  frowns  away  their  rage,    ,- 1 

•    J  i  t,  .     .'     .X 

And  fhincs,  t)ic  glory  of  die  prefcnt  ag.e.  . :  r .    ,  ,f  • 

,   •  .  i    ,'    :        .  ,'j  ^\\       , 

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No  happy  period,  fmce  the  world  began, 
E'er  brought  fuch  blofllngs  on  the  race  of  man ; 

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Since  firit  this  fparkling  firmament  of  light 
Sprung  from  the  regions  of  chaotic  night, 
And  round  yon  glorious  orb  enraptur'4  hung, 
While  morning  flars  their  loud  hofannas  fung,         V 

The  Mufe,  prophetic,  views  thy  future  days, 
^And  on  the  radiant  profped  dares  to  ga/.£  j  v* 

Unnumber'd  vUions  on  her  fancy  rUe, 
And  diftant  ages  fwim  before  her  eyes  j 
Where  all  the  Roman  grandeur  fades  away, 
Like  a  pale  meteor  in  the  blaze  of  day. 

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The  firft  in  order,  as  the  firft  in  fume, 
Behold  thy  worthies  rife,  of  mighty  name  ! 
The  fir  il  and  braveft  of  that  glorious  band* 
jBehold  the  Saviour  of  his  Country  (land  ! 
Great  WASHINGTON  !  thy  deeds  (hall  never  pafs, 
But  (land  engrav'd  .on  pyramids  of  brafs. 
Fame  gives  the  laurel  thou  haft  juftly  won, 
And  Freedom  hails  thee  as  her  chofen  fon. 


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When '(homing  feraphi  fign'd  that  great  tfecre'6. ' ' 
In  heavVs  high  court,  "  Columbia  fhalli be  frce^* 
That  fix'J  decree,  which  gave  an  empire  birth. 

Was  regifter'd  by  WASHINGTON  on  Dearth.       "  '  % 

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Succeeding  ages  fliall  admire  the  day, 

When,  wrapt  in  thunder's  terrible  array, 
O'er  the  wide  field  of  death  thy  dauntlefs  form  *  * 
Strode,  like  a  cloud  before  an  angry  ftorm ;     '': '' 
Bidding  the  martial  flame  of  glory  rife, 
And  kindling  battles  with  thine  ardent  eyes. 
But  now  the  filver  found  of  Peace  has  rung,     ' 
And  Independence  warbles  from  her  tongue  j 
Still  WASHINGTON  our  fafety  guides,  and  brave's 
The  mighty  conflict  of  furrounding  waves. 

Long  may  a  golden  flight  of  days  and  years, 

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Propitious,  fave  a  watchful  nation's  tears. 

May  peace,  and  ev'ry  focial  blefling,  find, 

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O  WASHINGTON  1  repofe  within  thy  mind  \ 

And  when  thy  foul  on  feraphs'  wings  fhall  foar,  l ' 
And,  like  Columbus,  unknown  worlds  explore, 


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May  guardian  angels  foothe  and  cheer  thy  wayv 
And  ope  the  vifions  of  celcftial  day  ! 

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When  glowing  ardours  lift  th'  afpiring  Mufe, 

Say,  who  can  FRANKLIN'S  fwelling  praife  ref ufe  I 
.   Whofe  name}  on  Glory's  fair  horizon  rais'd, 
Shone  like  a  ftar,  or  like  a  comet  blaz'd  ; 
Whofe  mind,  in  one  vaft  fy  ftem,'  could  embrace 
Suns,  flars  and  planets  in  its  awful  fpace  j 
Whofe  bold  right  hand  heav'n'sfierceft  thunder  held* 
And  all  the  fury  of  the  dorm  difpell'd. 
But  fubjects  more  fublime  his  bounty  fhar'd^ 
When  this  illuftrious  Statcfman  nobly  dar'd 
The  bold  afTerter  of  our  rights  to  (land, 
And  wrung  the  fceptre  from  a  tyrant's  hand. 
No  fubtle  ftatefman's  viAonary  fchemc, 
No  fire-wrought  phrenfies  of  a  poet's  dream, 
Employ'd  the  ftrong  exertions  of  a  mind 
Whofe  manly  genius  glow'd  for  all  mankind. 


Illuftrlous  Shade  !  around  thy  peaceful  urn 
Shall  Virtue'i  everlafting  taper  burn  i 

There  Science  oft  a  heart-felt  tear  (Hall  fhed, 
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And  wet  the  laurels  blooming  o'er  thy  head* 

What  little  bark  can  FRANKLIN'S  praife  explore; 
That  trackUfs  deep,  that  fea  without  a  fljore  £ 

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Hail,  mighty  HANCOCK  !  thy  illuftrfous  name 
Swells  the  loud  clarion  of  immortal  fame. 
When  Freedom  bowM  beneath  Oppreffion's  ftroke,' 
When  daring  Infamy  upheld  her  yoke, 
Thy  foul  with  more  than  mortal  courage  rofr, 
And  glow'd  undaunted  in  the  midft  of  foes. 
Their  boafted  fchemes  like  midnight  vifions  flew,  * 
Which  Fancy  with  her  airy  pencil  drew. 
Though  age,  and  ficknefs,  and  a  nation's  cares, 
Sit  on  his  brow,  and  whiten  all  his  hairs, 
Still  HANCOCK  holds  the  fame  his  glory  won/   ' " 
As  light  ftill  beaming  from  a  fctting  fun.     ' '  *  " 
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Long  may  propitious  Heav'n  preferve  from  fute* 
The  mighty  Father  of  a  mighty  State  \. 
Reftore  thy  mind  from  cares  and  troubles  free, 
And  guard  a  nation  by  preferring  thee  ; 
Illume  thy  ev'ning  with  the  rays  of  peace, 
Thy  joys  increafmg  as  thy  years  increafe. 

No  more  fhall  Glory's,  animating  breatfi. 
Sound  the  loud  trumpet  in  the  field  of  death,. 
Or  fummon. forth,,  to  mix  in  war's  alarms,.  *. 

The  fons  of  Freedom,  from  their  peaceful  farms.. 
Ladea.  with  laurels  .and  triumphant  fpoils, 
Our  hardy  vet'rans  quit  their  glorious  toils :.   ' 
Thofe  men  .who  conquer'd.in  the  martial  field,, 
And  with  their  blood  our.  independence  feal'd*, 
Enjoy,  in  Freedom's  .circling  arms  reclin'd,, 
The  high  fenfations  of  lh*  enraptur'd  mind  i; 
With  confcious  pride  and  manly  virtue  great,, 
They  fpurn  the  fawning  fycophants  of  ftatc ; 


They  read  o'er  Freedom's  everlafting  plau> 
And  feel  th'afpiring  majefty  of  man-;. 
Which,  Rome,  that  nurfe  of  arms  and  fcience  too, 
J  With  all  her  boafted  knowledge,  never  knew  j 
And  Greece. herfelf  that  haughty  head  muft  bow,. 
To  wreathe  the  laurel  round  Columbia's  brow.. 
That  fword  which,  oft,  in  many  a  doubtful  day, 
Broke  through  the  ranks,  and  Tcatter'd  wild'difmay— - 
Which  made  ftern  tyrants  flirihk  with'  confcious  dread^, 
And  tore  the  plume  from  proud  Britannia's  head— 
Which  made  the  fabric  of  oppre  (lion  fall- 
Is  now  hung  high*  in  Freedom's  glorious  ball  j; 
There  tt>  remain,  to  our  fucceedihg  race,  ! 

Columbia's  pride,  and. Britain^  foul  difgrace*.     .  I' 

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'Tis  thine,  bleft  Country !  to  preferve  unftainrd* 
Thofe  rights  which  Freedom  with  fuch  honour  gain'd. 
O  may  thy  children  graip  the  glorious  prize  ,  -  \\» 
That  wing'd  th'cir  great  forefathers  to  the  fkiei!'.  r 


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Yes,  may  they  to  their  facred  tombs  repair. 
And  by  their  holy  aflies  fiercely  fwear, 
Firm  on  the  necks  of  proftrate  kings  to  tread. 
And  from  a  tyrant's  bedy  tear  the  head  ! 
O  may  they  dare  an  injur'd  world  to  fave. 
Or  find  in  death  an  honourable  grave. 

Ye  cringing  fuppliants  of  a  tyrant's  throne, 
Behold  your  air-built  fyftems  overblown  ! 
No  longer  (hall  your  empty  fchemes  opprefs 
The  palc-ey'd  fens-  of  forrow  and  diftrcfs. 
Behold,  with  tearful  eyes,  your  faded  fame  t 
Let  glowing,  guilty  blufnes  fpeak  your  fliame  ; 
For  Infamy  herfelf  may  feel  the  fmart 
Of  cold  defpair  corroding  on-  her  heart- 
Long  may  Reflection's  all-infpiring  pow'r         s , 
Recal  to  Mem'ry's  eye  that  gloomy  hour, 
When  Freedom  fhatch'd  her  violated  laws, 
And  bade  her  fons  a/Tort  her  righteous  caufe  j 
When  gafping  patriots  pour'd  the  vital  flood  ; 
When  rivers  nm,  and  oceans  foaznrd,  in  blood  j 


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WEen  nations  wept,  without  an  arm  to  fave, 
And  horror  triumph'd  on  th*  Atlantic  wave  T 
So  may  the  fabric  of  this  fplendid  clime 
J    Rife  nobler  ftill,  and  blunt  the  fcythe  of  Time  I 
Heace  an  illuftrious  band  of  brothers  rife, 
Endear'd  by  fond  affection's  holy  ties ; 
Their  minds  exult  with  fond,  parental  care, 
To  raife  the  foaring  genius  from  defpair* 
To  kindle  in  his  bread  the  patriot's  flame, 
And,  glorious  tafk  !  to  point  the  path  to  fame. 
They  bid  the  darkening  clouds  of  anguifti  fly* 
And  wipe  the  tear  from  drooping  Beauty's  eye  i 
No  more  (hall  Mifery  implore  relief,  t  •  ', 

In  all  the  (Ueht  eloquence  of  grief. 
Hail,  happy  band  I  tis  your  fublime  employ 
To  make  fad  forrow  brighten  into  joy  j 
Your  names  with  gratitude  th«  orphan  fpcaks, 
With  tears  of  tranfport  trickling  down  his  checks  U 
Lo  !  Malice  into  admiration  breaks, 
And  hifling  Envy  half  uncurls  her  fnake**. 


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Then  let 'no  party  fpirit  e'er  prcfuma 

To  damp  your  fpltndour  with  a  deadly  gtobfe  f 

The  Roman-  patriot  (hall  rejoice  to  (nine 

IV  exalted  father  of  fo  bright  a>  line*     • 

: 

What  cheerful  numbers  warm  the  ravifh'd  ears', 
Sweet  as  the  muGc  of  the  rolling  fpheres  ! 
Sure  'tis  the  voice  pffbxne  angelic  band, 
Tranfporting  Freedom  to  this  favour'd  land; 
With  more  than  mortal  ftrains  the  feraphs  'fingi- 
As  confcious  of  the  mighty  charge  they  bring  } 
They  fpread  their  wings,  and  form,  as  on  they  fly^ 
A  wider  canopy  than  yonder  fky. 
Full  in  the  midft  of  this  transported'  throng, 
Fair  Freedom  moves  in  majefty  along  ; 
But  when  (he  fpeaks,  what  tongue  fhall  dare  controiif 
The  wild  emotions  gufRing  from  the  foul  ? 
She  gives  her  high  commands,  and  takes  her  flight, 
O'er  the  clear  concave  pav'd  with  flars  of  light. 


11 

the  fair  harbinger,  the  morning  ftar, 
On  the  bright  hill-top  drives  his  filver  car, 
Serenely  fmiles  the  midnight  glooms  away, 
Awakes  the  morn,  and  rufhes  into  day. 
Ye  fons  of  Rapture,  raife  your  golden  I/res, 
Send  ev'ry  ft  ring,  and  fweep  the  fhrill-twang'd  w.ircs  \ 
Lull'd  into  raptures  by  the  poet's  dream, 
O  ftrive  to  rival  your  immortal  theme. 
Say  how  oppreffion  Freedom's  face  defiles, 
,'How  yonder  fun  beams  only  from  her  fmiles; 
And,  while  emotions  pant  in  ev'ry  vein,, 
To  fwift-ey'd  Fancy  give  the  flowing  rein,.  „ 

Mark  in  the  weft,  how  glorious  to  behold  } 
Bright  Liberty  vher  fplcndid  gates  unfold  \ 
Triumphant  arches  rife,  that  far  furpafs 
The  walls  of  marble,  and  the  piles  of  brafs  -|  r 

And,  while  the  joyful  fong  of  triumph  rings,. 
On  its  pure  top  the  Eagle  claps  his  wings.          :>* 
Where,  are  thofe  mighty  men  who  once  could  wield 
The  flaming  fword,  and, (hake  the  dazzling  fliiel&i 


V 


12 

Whofc^dccds  on  Fame's  'eternal  pinions  fo«rf  ' 

Who  conquer*d  worlds,  and  wept  to  conquer  more  f 

Say,  (hall  thofe  tyrants  who  enflavM  mankind 

A  feat  in  Liberty's  fair  temple  find  ? 

No  j  let  their  names  in  dark  oblivion  ruft, 

Or,  with  their  bodies,  crumble  into  duft 

..-:••         :••'••'••' 

Another  blufli  cncrimfons  all  the  fetes, 
Another  glorious  morning  feems  to  rife. 
'Tis  Gullia's  Genius,  which,  fo  long  conceal'd,  - 
Js  now  in  all  her  gorgeous  robes  reveal'd,     ,'  ; 
Walks  on  the  zenith  of  bright  Glory's  fpherei, 
And  with  her  hand  the  dark  horizon  clears. 
When  thy  broad-fpreading  empire  (hall  i 

• 

And  hu(h  contending  factions  into  peace, 
The  fatellites  of  Pow'r  (hall  fade  away, 
As  ftars  tcforc  the  glaring  orb 


All  hail,  bright  Freedom  1  may  -thy  golden  Te%ar 
For  years,  unnumber'd  years,  on  earth  remain  ; 


13 

Till  the  laft  Angel,  warm'd  with  holy  fire,       ' 
Unfurls  his  wings,  and  quits  the  ravjfli'd  choir,   /f 
Sweeps,  carelcfs  fweeps,  all  ftars  and  funs  away,   ' 
^Thofe  clouds  that  darken  heavVs  immortal  day $ 
Lights  on  the  centre,  and  around  furveys 
Thefe  mighty  orbits,  wheeling  as  they  blaze  ;     >  <• 
Then  o'er  the  fyftcm  lifts  his  radiant  hand,     • '! !' 
And  bids  th*  admiring  planets  filent  ft  and, 
And  fwears  bj  Him  whom  heav'n  and  earth  adore, 
time  fliall  ceafe,  and  nature  be  .no  more. 


On  leaving  Rhode-Island  College. 

JDLEST  feat  of  Science  !  where  my  hours      •    . 
In  mufing  mcditadon  ftray'd  ;  .    :  . 
Where  Virtue  fummoirM  all  1/cr  pow^k>:- 
And  triumph'd  in  the  Mufe's  fliatfe  ! 


#  Gay  health,  of  lively  vigour  born," 
.Smoothed  the  rough  vifagc  of  defpair, 
And  learning's  rofe,  without  a  thorn, 

!p  7  .  ..  ..  .  »  i  !  .    •,  .     '         •*    '    "  _____  .  .  ,  ^  .    .  i    .  .  ,  '     ^  *  ' 


F> 


Each  fleeting  phantom  caught  the  fight,' 
No  cloud  obftrucled  Fancy  Vview  .;'•• 
In  rapture  roll'd  away  the  night, 
The  day  of  joy  too  lightly  flew. 

But  now  thefe  pieafmg  fcenes  aw  o'«r> 
Their  vifionary  fchemcs  have  fled, 
The  fond  Ulufions  charm  no  more, 
And  Fancy's  fprightly  pulfc  is  dead/ 


'  •  •,  'v 
I  go,  unfkill'd,  among  mankind, 

Where  warbling  Pleafurc's  fyren-lay 
Steals  (lowly  on  the  carelefs  mind, 
And  lures  the  feet  from  virtue's  way. 


But,  whcrefoe'er  I  go,  may  Aill 
The  fields,  -the  -groves,  in  gay  attire/  • «  •          •• T 
The  folemn  fhadcs,  the  fav'rite  hill,  -»  -. 

The  fadly-pleafing  thought  infpiije,. 

«r 

Ye  hapipy  youths,  ye  favour'd  few. 
Who  wander  where  bright  Science  treads, 
May  Learning's  all-reviving  dew 
Fall  gently  .on  your  honoured  kead«.  •   ' 


,   o  •.   ,  •• 

15 

And  thou,  fair  Science,  teach  the  foul 

On  Fancy's  airy  wings  to  rife, 

To  fpurn  afide  this  narrow  pole/         .  •          . ' .  \ 

And  foar  aloft  in  wider  Ades* 

J  ,..,.::. 

And  let  her  through  the  radiant  maze 
Of  congregated  planets  ftray, 
And  fyftems,  whofc  united  blaze 
Ne'er  (hot  to  us  a  gleam  of  day— '  < " 


Far,  far  beyond  that  mighty  brink 
Of  chaos,  where  creations  flecp  * 
Till  all  the  pow'rs  of  Fancy  fmk, 
Exhaufted,  in  the  tracklefs  deep. 

Still  does  my  foul  with  tranfport  burn 
To  tafte  thofc  fweets  that  never  cloy, 
Still  will  I  hold,,  in  Mem'ry's  urnt 

The  afhes  of  departed  Joy.  r . , ,  •  • 


..  /       -  ...'.>-- 


' 


4 

T 


^         Ode  for  the  Fourth  qf  July* 

COME,  let  us  join  the  cheerful  fong, 
The  fong  which  thoufands  (hall  employ  j 
Let  the  full  chorus  roll  along, 
And  fwell  the  loudefl  peal  of  joy  t       .  .  s 

«    '  •" 

Long  may  th'  hiftoric  pages  tell,  .    ...'  -\ 

Whofc  arms  upheld  our  dying  laws  j 
How  many  heroes  fought  and  fell, 
Illuftrious,  in  their  Country's  caufe. 


They  ftood,  in  many  a  doubtful  <Jay,         : .....  * 
Th*  unfliaken  bulwarks  of  our  land, 
And  nobly  tore  our.  rights  away 
From  ftern  Oppre&on's  griping  hand. 

Hail,  happy  Shades !  your  glory  li*w> 
Encircled  with  immortal  rays, 
While  glad  COLUMBIA  freely  gives 
The  laurel  of  unfading  praifc. 

And  when,  in  each  revolving  year* 
The  prefent  glorious  day  returns, 
Amidft  the  general  joy,  a  tear 

Shall  fall  upon  their  honoured  urns. 

. 

• 


17 

Succeeding  ages  (hall  admire  rf  V          f 

Thofe  heroes  who  in  batde  bled,        .      , 
•And,  warm'd  with  Freedom's  holy  fire, 
Shall  emulate  the  mighty  dead.  '1 

Here  Liberty  (hall  long  furvive/ 
When  proud  Oppreflion  fades  and  diet* 
Until  the  fun  (hall  ceafe  to  drive 
His  glittering  chariot  round  the  flues. 

Then  let  us  join  the  cheerful  fong,     . 
The  fong  which  thoufands  fhall  employ  j 
Let  the  full  chorus  rojl  along, 
And  fwell  the  loudefl  peal  of  joy. 


Columbia  relieved. 

*• 

m 

1  0  a  mouldering  cavern,  the  rnanfion  of  wo*f  ** 
COLUMBIA  did  often  repair)  ,V 

She  tflre  the  freifh  laurel  that  bloomM  on  her  brow, 
And  threw  it  afulc  in  defpair.  .  ,  •  • 


Iff 

She  wept  for  the  fate  of  her  fons  that  were  flam. 
When  the  flames  'of  fierce  battle  were  fpread  ; 
When  Difcord  and  Carnage,  relaxing  the  rein,        ^ 

Rode  grimly  o'er  mountains  of  dead. 

2 

As  thus  the  fair  Goddefs  rerolv'd  in  her  bread 
The  wrongs  which  her  Country  had  borne, 

A  form  more  than  human  the  Genius  addrefs'd— 
"  Ah  !  ceafe,  fair  COLUMBIA,  to  mourn. 

44  Now  lift  up  thine  eyes,  and  thy  records  beholA» 
"  Infcrib'd  in. the  archives  of  Fame  ; 

44  The  FOURTH  of  JULY,  in  rich  letters  of  gold,  . 
44  Forctels  the  renown  of  thy  name.  ^ 

f.  . 

44  From  caverns  of  darknefs,  thy  day-fpring  (hall 
dawn, 

r'V 

••  Ye  kings,  and  ye  tymnts,  beware  !         V, 
«'  Your  names  fhall  decay  like  the  vapours  of  morn, 
44  Or  vaniih  in  phantoms  of  air. 

44  Thy  temple,  O  Freedom !  with  grandeur  fhall  rife, 

44  tJnfiiaken  by  Tyranny's  blaft— 
44  Its  bafis  the  earth,  and  its  fummtt  the  Ikies—* 

44  And  firm  as  creation  lhall  laft. 


19 

i 

"  Then  roufe,  fair  Columbia !  to  glory  afpire » 
"  All  nations  with  rapture  (hall  gaze  j 

««  E'en  now  the  dark  vifions  of  Difcord  retire, 
14  And  Europe  is  loft  in  thy  blaze.1' 


. 


%      For  the  Fourth  of  July. 

?  •  '  '''• 

lN  hcav'n's  empyreal  height, 
Did  minifters  of  light 
;ir  feats  afcend  : 

glorious  order  fhonc  . 

Around  th*  Almighty's  throne, 
Who  thus  his  will  made  known— 
«  Angels,  attend ! 

.       .  '          V    H-    V     I' 

"  Mankind,  on  earth  below, .  j  f     .          .rf ,-»(;/; 
"  Shall  more  enlighten'd  grow, ,    ;    .;        y.;, 

•'  Be  this  our  care  :     .  r*" 

««  The  world  (hall  now  be  free  j  , ' 
"  COLUMBIA,  firft  to  thce         <  j..-^-,j..  j>  .'  i  A 
14  We  give  the  facred  tree  |       f  . ;  j 

**  Preferve  it  fair."  .  ,  ,, 


20 

He  ceas'J,  and  (hook  the  fpheres ; 

With  loud,  applauding  cheers      -  -' 

All  nature  rung  ;  ,• 

Seraphs  the  concert  join'd,      ,  . 

And  heav'n  and  earth  combin'd, 
And,  with  enraptur'd  mind, 

His  praifes  fung. 


, 
» -  . 

To  guide  us  thro*  the  war> 

Virginia's  Blazing  Star 

•     • 
Beam'd  bright  his  rays  i 

Tyrants  beheld  the  fight,  , 

And  fhrunk  with  wild  affright^.v  |  ^ 

Like  the  pale  bird  of  night 

•  -'A-*'- 

In  morning's  blaze.  «*  j 


Dtfcord  abounds  no  more, 
Nor  laves  our  fields  in  gore  j; 

She  drops  her  chains  : 
The  gentle  voice  of  Peace- 
Bids  all  commotions  ceafe, 
And  Plenty's  rich  increafe'  « 

Adorn  our  plains. 


21 

0  may  this  fabric  (laud,    ,  >       ••'•     • 
And  may  its  name  expand,          u  ...'.  ;;/.*. /'•' 
Till  Nature  dies  j  ,ii:  ,«*.; 

v-v 

Till  earth's  majeftic  frame       .  -i  •  -'••!' vjx  ^", 
Shall  fink,  abforb'd  in  flame, 
And  WASHINGTON'S  bright  fam«  ;  :•;  ;  , :   • 
'      In  Heav'n  (hall  rife,  ,    ;  .  *  .  v,  \ 


'.•• 
For  the  Fourth  of  July. 

•: .      •  ••  ..    ..1  .:  *  '  .:::  ;o  •. 

ARISE  !  yt  Sons  of  Olbry,  rife  4-  r.'Iva  v  I  t     ' 
Tho*  favage  tyrants  (hine  in  arms  )  : 
The  coward  fenfe  of  death  defpife, .  -•  > 

And  brave  the  cannon's  lead  alarms. 

. '    .-    .. :..: ...; .   •- 

Say,  ha»ghty  Gallia's  favage  band,  f>hiv/ 

Shall  free  COLUMBIA  bow  to  thee  f .:  v  :  .  ,    :  .         * 

. 
Sooner  may  Heav'n's  avenging  hand  \v  .  .  ' 

Deluge  our  country  with  the  fea. 


What  tim'rous  heart  can  ever  yield, 

When  Glory  pours  her  brilliant  ray  j    v  ;-c.    J^  r 

Or  fly  inglorious  from  the  field, 

When  patriot  ADA.MS  leads  the  way  ?  • 


22 

Fain  would  I  deck  thy  hoary  hairs* 

*/»  • 

With  laurels,  fuch  as  patriots  bring  i 
But  vain  my  Mufc  the  fubjcft  dares  *    . 
Thy  glory  tires  her  feeble  wiag, 

'  *  •  -•  i\  .    . 

Our  youthful  hearts  with  rage  beat  highj 
And,  firmly  hVd,  we  know  our  doom  r 
Refolv'd  to  triumph  or  to  die, 
We  choofe  no  prifon  but  the  tomb. 

.  -\*  '•:. 
Some  cherub  oft  (hall  walk  around, 

And  dew  wlfh  tears  the  hallow'd  grave  \ 
While  Fame's  immortal  voice  (hall  found*. 
Swfct  u  the  mtm'ty  of  the  brave.- 


Dear  is  a  father's  tender  fame, 
Which  oft  has  wak'd  an  anxious  feari  .  . 

*  Dear  is  an  infant's  rifing  name— 
The  voice  of  Freedom  ftill  mort  dear. 

..    .  .  >  .......  -.  :  -»:iii«yi  ••',  r 

Shades  of  our  Fathers  !  well  ye  know     !tl 
/The  mind's  unconquerable  fwell  ; 

And,  tnough  your  afhes  fleep  below,      "  .  "  :    -  * 

Speak  from  the  clouds-i-ye  fure  can  tell.' 

.   '.(,     ,  • 


Then  hear,  proud  Gallia!  while  we  knee!, 
And  fwear  by  thofe  illuftrious  dead : 
We  ever  will  defend  with  zeal 
Thofe  rights  for  which  our  Fathers  blecj. 


Ode  for  the  Association  of  Mechanics* 

JDLEST -be  the  man  whofe  piercing  jnind, 

By  vulgar  precepts  unconfin'd, ' 

On  wild,  inventive  wings  can  foar, 

Where  rude,  -misfhapen  fyftems  lay,  ,  ,  y. 

Beyond  the  reach  of  Order's  fway, 

And  Nature's  boundlefs  depths  explore.       ,  *  . 


. 
::tt 


How  bold !  his  genius (how  profound  ! 

Tho*  clouds  and  darkncfs  hover  round* 

.    .    .1.- 
And  fhade  the  world  of  Arts  in  night  | 

A  bright  creation,  fair  and  new, 
Springs,  like  a  Phoenix,  to  the  view, 
'Beneath  his  more  than  magic  might. 

. 


.  . 


24 

Of  all  this  earth's  contra&ed  fpan, 
How  fmall  the  fpace  allow'd  to  man ! 
How  partial  Nature  Teems  to  thee  ! 
Contemplate  now  thy  little  pride  : 
No  wings,  along  the  air  to  glide, 
Or  nimble  6ns,  to  fkjm  the  feat 


How  fmall,  how  trifling,  is  thy  range ! 
How  wonderful  the  mighty  change  t 
Man  rifes  from  his  darkfome  ftate : 

His  matchlefs  mind  all  danger  bravei  j 

'  T«  ' 

He  wings  the  air,  he  fwims  the  waves> 
And  feems  to  triumph  over  Fate, 

When  mutual-kindling  fouls  divide, 
When  Beauty's  bloom,  or  Valour's  pride,    *       * 
Beneath  the  fey  the  of  Death  (hall  fall  $ 
Though  keen  the  pang  that  Nature  gives, 

Behold !  their  dear  remembrance  lives. 

*  •'    ' 
I»  mournful  fileace,  on  the  ivalL 


25. 


To  Art . 

iCxENItTS  of  ART  !  when  we  furvey 
Thy  works,  our  minds  with  raptures  glow  j 
The  rifing  and  the  fetting  day 
Difplay  thy  wonders  here  below. 

Our  bofoms  own  thy  mighty  pow'r, 
Our  inborn  dignity  we  fcan, 
And  feel,  at  ev'ry  paffing  hour, 
The  native  majefty  of  man. 

* 

The  lofty  pyramids,  that  rife, 
And  o'er  the  humble  cottage  frown, 
The  (lately  tow'rs  that  prop  the  (kits, 
Are  monuments  of  thy  renown. 

Behold  !  the  favage  quits  his  bow, 
Forfakes  his  wild,  ferocious  clan  ; 
He  feels  the  genial  current  flow, 
And  mellows  into  foeial  man. 

•    .  ' 


26 

Yon  field  of  flar,  which  fummtr  gale* 
Wave,  as  they  fwcep  along  the  plain, 
Transformed  by  Art  to  fwelling  fails, 
Shall  bear  our  glory  o'er  the  main. 

Where  drowfy  min'rals,  dark  and  drc?r, 
Lay  cover*  d  with  the  mountain  heap, 
Art's  mighty  Genius  whifpers,  "  Here 
"COLUMBIA'S  future  thunders 


On  the  New  Tear, 

JL  HOU  glorious  orb  !  afcending  bright, 
Shoot  thy  long,  level'd  lines  of  light ; 
The  gloomy  face  of  nature  cheer, 
And  hail  the  NEW-BORN  YEAR, 

.  ,  •  i      • 

< 

,O  !  could  the  forrows  of  an  aching  heart, 
With  fierce  Ambition,  tyrant  of  the-  mind, 
Like  yonder  fleeting  year  depart,  - 

Nor  leave  a  trace  behind  ! 


iff 

father  of  Light !  the  dart  reftrairi, 
Thy  fierce,  deftroying  Angel  flings  ;*. 
Give  health  her  vermil  courfe  again, 
And  life  to  gufh  from  thoufand  fprings. 

The  infant,  o'er  his  parent's  grave, 
Deprefs'd  in  anguifh,  bovrs  the  knee  j 
Without  an  human  arm  to  fave, 
He  lifts  his  little  hands  to  thee. 

Preferve  from  harm  the  unprotected  boy  : 
In  forrow's  defcrt,  plant  the  rofc  of  joy. 


On  Spring. 


NOW  the  rifmg  fun  difplays 

A  brighter  round  of  golden  rays  ;  t  \ 

The  flitting  Zephyr's  dewy  wing  . 

Brufnes  the  eyelids  of  the  Sm NO  j          ";  ;  ?   - 

. 
Forth,  from  her  bow'r  of  calm  repofet;  .-.   "»..C    , 

She  walks,  and  o'er  the  fields  her  mantle  throws, 

.'•  ?^*S$ 

*  rtt  Tilkiu  Fcva: 


Thy  breath  fefids  forth  a  fwcct  perfume. 

That  fcents  each  tender  flow'ret's  bloom  ;. 

• 
The  downy  bloilbms  on  the  fpray 

Thy  fingers  open  to  the  day- 
Give  all  their  fragrance  to  the  air, 
And  lay  the  rofe's  blufhing  bofom  bare. 

No  more  fhall  Winter  rule  the  plains, 
With  fierce  north  winds,  and  dulhing  rains  : 
The  fnowy  tempefts  of  the  flcy 
Shall  ceafe  in  giddy  whirls  to  fly. 
Our  hearts,  O  Spring  i  with  rapture  barn, 
And  "  blufhing  pleafure  hymns"  thy  foft  return* 

The  lark,  up-fpringing  from  the  lawn, 
With  plumage  fpangled  by  the  dawn, 
The.robm  clear,  the  black-bird  fhrill, 

..'Arid-all  the  nuific  of  the  hill, 

•  *.  .'"•  .** 
Pour'forth  the  vary'd  chorus  round, 

And  Echo,  charm'd,  repeats  the  joyful  found- 

O  l^for  fome  rude,  fantaftic  bow'r, 
Inwove  by  many  a  fragrant  flow'r, 
Where  I  may  view  the  meadows,  wide, 
The  humble  vale,  the  mountain's  pride> 


••.  ••  ;••. 


• 


Made  vocal  by  the  fhepherd's  lays, 
Whofe  flocks  attentive,  lift'ning,  ceafc  to  graze. 

Let  fome  rude  ft  ream  meander  by, 
Now  feen,  now  hidden  from  the  eye, 
In  peaceful  murmurs  rippling  flow, 
And  heav*n's  refracted  funbeams  fliow  j 
Till,  check'd  by  fome  oppofirig  force, 
It  breaks,  and  roars,  tempcflous  in  its  courfe. 

Such  calm  retirement  would  I  choofe, 
Court  no  companion  but  the  Mufe  $ 
Ambition  ftill  abroad  mighjt  rule, 
Receive  the  homage  of  the  fool } 
My  happy  hours  fhould  glide  away, 
Rec  kiefs  of  what  a  cens'ring  world  might  fay. 


To  Cheerfulness. 

NYMPH  of  the  darkly.rolling  eye  I 
Eurob'd  in  Fancy's  tinclur'd  veft, 
Forth  from  thy  facrcd  covert  fly, 
And  take  poflefllon  of  my  bread.  - 

D  a 


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The  moon  with  tranquil  luftre  burns  r 
Ambition  lolls  his  radiant  head 
In  flumbers,  on  his  golden  bed} 

And  dreams  of  conquers  when  the  day  returns* 

. 

Here  let  us  join  the  nightly  dance* 
And  fport  on  yonder  flow'ry  lawn* 
Beneath  the  foft  moon'i  filvcr  glance* 

And  fliun  the  purple  light  of  morn. 

. 

In  midnight's  folitary  hours, 
O  Cheerfulncfs  !  thy  charms  beftow,  ^ 

Spread  o'er  our  minds  a  vivid  .glow,  \ 

Ar.«l  breathe  a  fragrance  o'er  the  fields  and  flow*!*. 

X 

Loft  to  all  glory,  ienfe  and  fhame, 
The  mifer  grafps  his  golden  toys, 
Spurns  the  rich  honours  of  thy  name, 
And  poifons  all  his  focial  joys. 


, 
foon  his  fairy  profpects  fade  ! 

See  haggard  Difappointment  (land  t 
Behold,  he  waves  his  fable  wand, 
And  clouds  the  profpefl  with  a  gloomy  fhade. 


The  failor  quitf  the  realms  of  cafe, 
Forfakes,  alas !  thy  peaceful  reign, 
He  ploughs  with  joy  the  foaming  feas  \ 
But,  io !  he  ne'er  returns  again. 

As  round  the  howling  billows  rave, 
Hark  !  how  he  fliricki  with  wild  affright, 
As  dim  he  fees  die  ghoft  of  night, 
Half  vie  wlcfs,  gleaming  through  the  feagreen  wave* 

Fair  Goddefs  T  to  thy  charms  divine 
Thy  fuppliant  daily  homage  pays, 
And  lights  thy  confecratcd  flirine, 
With  pure  affection's  hallow'd  blaze* 

Here  let  me  ibft  contentment  find, 
And,  far  from  all  the  din  of  courts, 
Amidft  thefe  lively,  rural  fports, 
Reap  the  rich  harvcft^of  a  virtuous  mind*. 


'      ^       '•:' 
' 


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»  •  •        I 

The  Pleasures  of  Fancy. 

OWEETEST  warbler  of  the  fpray, 
Awhile  fufpend  your  pleafmg  lay ; 
Ye  gales !  your  gentle  breaths  forbear, 
And,  hufh'd  in  filent,  foft  repofe, 
Attend  awhile,  and  you  fliall  hear 
The  pleaiure  which  the  Hermit  knows. 


When  the  rich  mantle  of  the  morn 
Begins  with  fplendour  to  unfold, 
I  mark  upon  the  bending  thorn 
The.lively  dew-drop,  tipt  with  gold. 
Forth  from  my  cave,  I  view  the  light, 
Rejoicing  o'er  the  fhades  of  night, 
Then  my  fond  thoughts  with  rapture  rollf 
In  all  the  energy  of  foul. 

;    ;  .        '  . 

. 

But  when  the  cheerful  day  is  gone, 

And  darkfome  night  moves  flowly  on  ; 

When,  with  a  melancholy  grace, 

Pale  Luna  lifts  her  fober  face, 

Then  whifpers  foft  fome  unknown  pow'r, , 

'Tis  Contemplation's  fav'ritc  hour. 


If  chance  the  rainy  torrent  falls* 
And  patters  on  my  cottage  walls, 
Secure  I  hear  the  tempeft  roar, 
And  howl  for  entrance  at  the  door ;     - 
On  the  bright  vernal  bow  I  gaze, 
Where  mimic  diamonds  feem  to  blaze* ' 

If  from  the  north  flern  Winter  blows 
His  driving  cataract  of  fnows, 
In  darkening  florins  and  tempefts  dreft, . 
Then  Pleafure  drops  her  cherub  wing, 
Reclines  on  April's  dewy  breaft, 
And  waits  the  fymphony  of  Spring* 

When  Summer  comes,  with  glory  crown'd, 
Difperfmg  light  and  grandeur  round, 
I  feck  the  heav'n-afpiring  hill, 
Or  wander  where  the  murm'ring^ll 
Rolls  over  fragrant  beds  of  flow'rs, 
And  there  I  pafs  the  noon-tide  hours. 

Nor  fober  Autumn  comes  in  vain  j 
'Tis  then  I  court  the  ftudious  train,. 
Or  haunt  the  Mufes*  fucred  grove,. 
Where  oft  my  footftcps  love  to  rorc* 

•  •  4     • 

j 


And  when  the  trees  ftand  dark  and  barcy 
No  cheerful  mufic  warbling  there,  • 

My  bread  with  tender  pity  heaves  ;• 
I  read  my  fate  in  falling  leaves. 

0  Nature !  all-fufficient  maid,  ;       , 

Give  me,  thy  wond'rous  works  to  fcan  j 
Infpire  me  with  thy  powerful  aid, 
And  let  me  know  myfelf  a  man*- 


To  Florella.- 


\*s  ALM  was  the  night,  and  gentle  was  the  breete^ 
The  diftant  main  was  faintly  heard  to  roar, 
A  deep,  low  murmur  whifper'd  in  the  trees, 
And  the  pale  moon-beam  flept  along  the  fhore. 

'Twas  Meditation's  folitary  hour, 
Along  the  borders  of  a  dream  I  ftray'd  ; 
I  faw  the  Mufe,  and  felt  her  magic  pow*  r, 
As  with  light  fteps  ihe  prcft  the  verdant  glade. 


TO  thce,  Floitlla,  did  my  foul  repair, 
And  view*d  with  joy  that  hcav'n-illumin'd-  face, 
Where  blufhes  fwect  the  artlefs  mind  declare, 
Array'd  in  all  the  dignity  of  grace. 

What  ftoic  eycTunmov'd  can  e'er  behold 
Thy  fimple  locks,  by  artlefs  Nature  dreft, 
That  turn  in  many  a  long  and  carelefs  fold, 
A^d  roll  luxuriant  down  thy  fnowy  breaft  ? 

• 

Need  I  defcribe  thofe  beauty-beaming  eyes, 
Where  all  the  pow'rs  of  foft  perfuafion  glow  j 
Which  fmile  when  pleasure's  airy  phantoms  rife, 
.Or  melt  in  pity  at  the  tale  of  wo  ? 

•  .  • 

Early  in  life,  thy  guardian  genius  flied 
Around  thy  form  the  rays  of  love  refin'd, 
She  pour'd  rich  bleflings  on  thy  infant  head. 
And  in  thy  bofom  fix'd  the  feeling  mimj. 

Beauty,  alas  1  is  but  a  tranfient  flow'r, 
In  which  no  real  happincfs  is  found  ; 
It  buds  and  blooms,  and  withers  in  an  hour,       •  f  f 
lies  and  fades  neglected  on  the  ground. 


. 


36. 


But  the  Bright  virtues  that  fjirraund  thy  form  . 
.Shall  take  deep  root,  and  long  lhall  bloflbm  here  ; 
And  when  tranfplanted,  (hall  furvive  the  dorm, 
An4  bloom  more  glorious  in  a  happier  Iphere* 


; 

To  the  Morning  Star. 

jKlSE  on  the  front  ofheav'n,  thou brilliant  Star! 
Child  of  the  Morni  with  ev'ry  beauty  crownM  j 
Look  down,  all-glorious,  from  thy  fplendid  car, 
And  &oot  thy  beams  like  filver  threads  around, 

X 

Bright  Orb  1  beneath  thy  calm,  protecting  light, 
Oft  have  I  fought  the  ficav'n-reflecling  rill, 
The  lofty  mountain,  rifing  injus  might, 
Or  the  fwift  torrent  dafhing  down  the  hill 

Then  would  the  fbaring  lark  triumphant  rife, 
On  fbme  bright  cloud  to  reft  his  weary  wing  ; 
And,  ere  the  morn's  deep  purple  ting'd  the  fkies, 
With  his  wild  notes  would  foothe  the  ear  of  Spring.' 


37 

But  Spring,  with  all  her  thoufand  charms  refin'd, 
No  ftcady  ray  of  pleafure  can  impart* 
To  eafe  the  throbbings  of  an  anxious  mind, 
When  fick  defpair  fits  cold  upon  the  heart. 

Yet  ever-waking  Mem'ry  ftill  purfues  ^ 

Thofe  better  days  when  Hope  my  hours  beguil'd, 
When,  to  my  fancy's  all-enraptured  views, 
Spring  dawn'd  more  bright,  as  fair  Florella  fmil'd. 

But  now  that  day-ftar  of  my  life  has  fet, 
And  all  my  active  energies  are  dead, 
While  that  ftern  tyrant  of  my  foul,  Regret, 
Winds  the  fad  willow  round  my  drooping  head. 

Sweet  Poefy  !  in  magic  fidion  dreft, 
No  more  I  court  thy  charms ;  I  break  thy  fpell : 
Thou  dear  confoler  of  the  human  bread ! 
Heceive  my  fond  adieu,  myjaft  farewel. 


*8 

To  a  young  Lady  who  presented  me 
with  a  Ring. 

. '    . 

FRIENDSHIP  I   of  Heav'n  the  dearcft  favour, 

[Poor,  unhappy  mortals  know, 

Life  itfclf,  without  thy  flavour, 

'Gives  us  nought  but  dregs  of  wo,  ; 

.      •?  • 

When  I  fee  the  morning  blufhes, 
Rapture  thrills  through  all  my  veins  \ 
How  the  ci  imfon  glory  ruflies 
O'er  the  wide,  ethereal  plains ! 


Sweeter,  Fiiendfliip,  is  thy  paflion  j 
•  O  defcend  and  dwell  with  me  ! 
41  Each  fond  wifh  and  inclination  •  , 

«  Shall  repofc  itfelf  in  dice."          u  ,.,      , . 

:*..  .••;.:  [•.*  ;,      w  ;  l^:o.    . 

Sweet  to  the  melancholy  rover 
Is  the  dream  and  circling  mill, 


,„-•-  • 


Seen  from  far  o'er  fields  of  clover  j 

- 

IP  !  thou  art  fweeter  ftill. 

'  .:    .' 


/ 

• 


i  , 
. 


S9 

Monarch  I  on  thy  throne  of  fplcn  Jour, 
*Midft  thy  jewels  fparkling  round- 
All  tliat  fcrvile  fear  can  render- 
Is  one  pledge  of  fritr.  Jfhlp  found  ? 


i 
Suufliinc  friends  I  have  an  hod  of) 

But  a  real  friend  in  (lore  : 
All  Pcruvia  cannot  boaft  of 
Diamonds  that  I  value  more. 


Oh  my  fair  1   when  griefs  a£ul  you, 
And  misfortune  frowns  fevere, 
Know,  if  aught  it  can  avail  you, 
Fricndfhip  drops  the  pcnfwe  tear* 


"May  guardian  angels,  ever  near  you,        ;  • . 
Their  (ky-tinftur'd  wings  difplay  j         i  •  :. S  I'^-uX      . /, 
And  with  heav'n's  bright  profpcfk  cheer  you, 

Point  the  path,  and  lead  the  way.     •'••,.»,     •  ;*  .--^ 


Crumb  of  Consolation  to  a  Widowed 
Dove. 

O  WEET  Poet  of  the  verdant  plains  I 
Why  doll  thou  feek  a  calm  retreat* 
When  fober  melancholy  reigns, 
And  tune  thy  penfive  note  fo  fweet  ?       . 

Has  fome  rude  boy,  with  hand  unbleft, 
Sought  the  dear  covert  of  the  grove, 
And  rifled  from  thy  little  ncft 
The  darling  pledges  of  thy  love  ? 

•  * 

Or  has  fome  favage  fportfman'i  eyu 
Drove  from  thy  fight  thy  lovely  mate  ? 
Ah  1  no  j  thy  tender  partner  liei, 
Lock'd  in  the  iron  fleep  of  Fate. 

Then,  lovely  bird,  ceafe  not  to  grieve  r 
Seek  the  dark  willow,  dank  with  dew. 
And  there,  from  rifing  morn  till  eve» 
Your  tender,  plaintive  fong  renew. 


41 

The  dream,  where  once  the  lovers  ftray'd, 
Down  its  pure  margin  gently  flows, 
And  murmurs  through  the  diver  glade, 
In  foft  refponfcs  to  thy  woes. 

The  gales,  that  once  tranfpcrted  bore, 
On  rapid  wings,  thy  notes  of  love, 
Thy  cruel  fate  (hall  now  deplore, 
And  forrow  fadden  all  the  grove. 

Yon  flurdy  oak,  thy  fuv'rite  tree, 
All  gloomy  to  the  fight  appears, 
And,  as  a  tribute  due  to  thec, 
Shakes  from  its  leaves  the  trickling  tears. 

Thy  form  in  glowing  hues  was  drcft, 
But  death  has  turn'd  their  ludrc  pale  j 
The  filvcr  down  that  (hades  thy  bread 

Ij»  rufUcd  by  the  pafling  gale. 

»• 

Yet,  lovely  mourner,  ceafc  thy  crici, 
Nor  think  thy  cares  unheeded  flow  ; 
One  pearl  is  won  from  Beauty's  eyes, 
More  precious  than  the  diamonds  glow.. 

E  2         -       '•••'•  *K 


Daphnis  and  Evelina. 

\VHEN  Midnight  ftretches  out  lier  fhade,. 
Like  a  broad  curtain,  o'er  the  flues, 
Then  will  I  go  and  view  the  glade 
Where  now  my  much-lov'd  Daphnis  lies. 

Form'd  with  a  mind  above  the  pride 
And  tinfel  fplendour  of  the  great, 
He  ventured  not  on  Pleafure's  tide, 
But  fought  repofe  in  humbler  ft  ate.. 

A  lowly  cottage  he  poffeiVd, 
Contented  there  in  peace  to  dwell ;; 

The  poor,  the  feeble  and  diftrefs'd 

, 

Sought  fhelter  in  his  humble  cell. 

White-handed  Peace,  and  rofy  Joy, 
With  brow  untouch'd  by  pining  care* 
The  pafllng  trav'ler  would  decoy, 
And  give  him  hearty  welcome  there. 


But  Evelina,  faired  maid  ! 
Would  vifit  oft  that  humble  place* 
:        In  native  innocence  array'd  ; 
Her  mind  unspotted  as  lier  face; 

i 

Her  winning  form,  her  foft  addrefs, 
Kindled  in  Daphnis  Love's  pure  flume  ; 
He  felt  the  pangs  of  fweet  diftrefs,. 
And  Evelina  felt  the  fame. 

With  mutual  love  their  bofoms  glow'd;, 
By  no  dark  jealoufy  defil'd  ; 
And  Hymen,  from  his  rofy  cloud, 
Look'd  on  the  lovely  pair,  and  fmil'd^ 

How  fweet  was  then  the  moonlight  walk,. 
Or  folemn  intervening  fliade, 
,         Where  free  and  fearlefs  they  might  talk, 

And  pledge  thofe  vows  which  love  had  made  ! 

Buftling  Ambition  holds  his  reign1 

Amid  the  noife  and  ftrife  of  day  j 

But  Love,  more  tranquil,  courts  the  plain, 

Where  moonbeams  twinkle  through  the  fprajr. 


Moon-filver'd  groves,  in  beauty  drcft, 
Echo'd  their  vows,  and  none  would  hear, 
Save  the  poor  robin  on  her  neft, 

That  (hook  her  .little  wings  with  fear. 

s. 

Why  do  die  flow'rs  on  Hymen's  fhrine, 
That  lately  (lied  fuch  rich  perfumes, 
Now  hang  their  ilckly  heads,  and  pine, 
*Or  ftrew  the  earth  wkh  fallen  blooms  J 

Alas !  while  Love,  with  fportive  airs, 
Proclaims  the  hymeneal  day, 
For  Daphnis,  Daphnis,  death  prepares 
The  gloomy  coffin  and  the  clay. 

Around  thy  melancholy  tomb 
The  fweeteft  flow'rs  of  fpring  fliall  blow, 
And  cover  with  their  purple  bloom 
The  facred  fod  that  lies  below. 

There  haplefs  Evelina  ftands, 
Her  bofom  throbs  with  pain  fevere  ;, 
Behold  !  flie  wrings  her  feeble  handsA  f     . 
And  ds  ws  tlie  turf  with  many  a  tear. 


4S 

Oft  (hall  the  fil vcr  (tar  of  eve, 

While  mounting  in  the  clear,  blue  flcy, 

Paufe  o'er  the  fpot,  awhile  to  grieve, 

And  hide  in  clouds  his  twinkling  eye* 
# 

.*     Bear  (hade  !  accept  thefe  feeble  lays, 
That  flow  fmcerely  from  a  friend, 
Who  knew  thy  worth  in  early  days, 
And  now  laments  thy  haplefs  end- 


Ossian's  Address  to  the  Evening  Star. 

OTAR  of  the  pale  defending  night  I 
Thy  beam  on  yonder  weft  is  bright  ; 
Thou  rifeft  on  th'  ethereal  blue, 
Thy  fteps  are  ftatcly  on  the  hill, 
On  yonder  plain  what  doft  thou  view  f 
The  land—  and  ftormy  winds  art 


... 
The  murm*rmg  of  the  torrent  pours, 

And  billows  climb  the  rocky  (hores  ^ 


The  flics  arc  on  their  feeble  flight, 

They  mingle  in  their  airy  play  : 

But  what  doft  thou  behold,  fair  Light  ?  ; 

Thou  {hiileft,  and  depart'ft  away.  ._:.   :-t  ; 

The  waves  with  joy  die  burthen  bear, 

And  bathe  its  lovely,  flowing  hair. 


.   ' 


Lamentation  of  Armin  for  UK  lost 
of  his  Daughter. 

OssuW 

\JN  the  rock,  where  the  dark  waves  arife,.          ^ 
My  daughter  was  heard  td  complain  ;  '  4 

How  frequent  and  loud  were  her  cries  f ' 
She  mouin'd  for  her  father  ia  vain* 


I  ftood  on  the  (hore  all  the  night 

The  pale  moon  rofe  penfive  and 

And  brought  her  faint  form  to  my  fight  $ 

I  learn'd  all  her  accents  of  wo. 


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The  tempeft  howl'd  over  the  plain,    • 
The  wind  whittled  loudly  and  flirill, 
While  the  drops  of  the  dark-falling  rain 
Beat  hard  on  the  fide  of  the  hill. 

Ere  the  fun  ting'd  the  mountains  with  light, 
The  voice  of  my  daughter  was  fraili 
Like  the  flow,  folcran  breeze  of  the  night, 
That  dies  on  the  graft  of  the  vale. 

Now  in  the  cold  duft  fhe  is  laid, 
And  has  left  thee,  O  Armin  !  alone  ; 
The  ftrength  of  mine  arm  is  decay'd, 

My  pride  among  ft  women  is  gone. 

. 

When  the  ftorms  of  the  bleak  mountain  roar, 
When  the  north  lifts  the  blue  wave  on  high, 
I  fit  on  (he  fea-beaten  fliore, 
And  the  rock's  fatal  fummit  I  fpy. 


The  ghofts  of  my  children  appear ;' 
All  pallid  and  mournful  they  feem  ; 

They  convcrfe  with  a  figh  and  'and  a  tear, 

,    -  i  •        »  < 

As  they  walk  to 'the  moon's  letting  beano.  'V. 


• 


« 


48 

1  call,  but  they  heal-  me  no  more  5 

0  Carmor  1  how  hard  is-  my  doom  1        ; .1 

1  am  ftripp'd  of  the  honours  I  boref  .     - 
J  wjfli  the  repofe  of  the  tomb.  , 


To  the  fair  Coquettes. 

YV  HEN  five-and-forty's  rugged  mien. 
Had  fought  the  gentle  CHLOE'S  face,    -, 
The  marks  of  hoary  age  were  feen,      . 
Infcriptions  of  departed  grace. 

In  vain  beneath  the  pencil  glows  v  T    , 

Created  youth  and  beauty  rife  5 

A  jufter  form  her  mirror  (hows  \ 

Her  faithful  mirror  never  Jics.  i 

Anon,  flie  writes  the  hafty  line. 

To  one  who  once  ador'd  her  charms ; 

"  Return,  dear  youth,  of  form  divinet  ,       > 

4<  Return  and  blefs  my  longing  arms.        -     ;..  ; 


49 

*  But  if  this  favour  is  deny'd, 

fe 

*'  And  Chloe  driven  to  dcfpair, 
u  I  fwear  bejteath  the  fwelling  tide 
44  To  plunge,  and  bury  all  my  care," 

But  Strephon  anfwer'd,  calm  and  grave, 

*  Go  hang  or  drown,  I  care  not  whither ; 
4t  For  heav'n's  fake,  Chloe,  feck  the  wave, 
44  And  end  your  life  and  love  together." 

i 

The  curling  fmile,  the  lucent  eye, 
Throw  many  an  artful,  tempting  lure  ; 
Kcre  baits  to  catch  the  lovers  by  : 
But  prudence  only  can  fecure. 

Ye  fair  !  when  once  we  grafp  the  bait, 

No  longer  with  your  lovers  play, 

*  • .    •* 

Left,  when  you  leaft  expert  it,  ftraight 
We  flip  the  hook,  and  feud  away. 


50 

, 
Elegy  on  a  Dog  named  Cupid. 

SAY,  thou  ftern  Monarch  of  the  tomb, 
Whofe  favage  pow'r  afflitfs  the  bcft, 
Can  youth  or  beauty's  crimfon  bloom 
To  pity  melt  thy  favage  breaft  ? 

If  beauty  could  thy  bofom  warm, 
Or  youth  thy  vengeful  arrows  fave, 
Then  had  poor  Cupid's  fpotlefs  form* 
Efcap'd  the  {lumbers  of  the  grave. 

He  met  the  near  approach  of  death, 

With  calmnefs,  and  a  foul  refign'd, 

And  yielded  up  at  laft  his  breath,  4 

In  fteady  conftancy  of  mind. 

•       - 
Methmks  I  fee  the  plaintive  cat,    . 


With  face  of  gravity  profound, 
Look  anxious  for  her  playful  mate,  ' 

And  caft  an  eye  of  forrow  round.  .*,"*, 

.,  • 

*  fft  tww  wto.  * 


• 


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In  Fancy's  ear  (he  feems  to  fay, 
Where  art  thou  gone,  my  deareft  Cu  ? 
With  dice  I've  romp'd  full  many  a  day  j* 
I  bid  thee  now  a  long  adieu. 

. 

V<  weeping  mourners  !  dry  your  eyes, 
Nor  think  the  ftroke  of  death  feverc  : 
Some  other  Cupid  may  arife, 
Your  fpirits  to  revive  and  cheer* 


•. 


FPritten  in  a  Sister's  Pocket-Book.  *. 

. 

X  HOUGH  neither  wit  nor  fentiment  attend        i 
Thefe  lines,  they  fiitw  the  Brother  and  the  Friend  j. 
An  heart,  of  facred  Friendfhip  the  retreat, 
Which,  when  it  feels  no  more,  will  ccafe  to  beat.  ' 

* 


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On  returning  to  a  Lady  a  borrowed 
Book,  entitled  "  Serena,  or  the  Trf- 
umphs  of  Temper,"  by  Mr.  Hayley* 

OEE,  lovely  nymph,  in  Hayley's  lines, 
How  brilliant  Female  Temper  ftiines.' 
Beauty  like  yours,  with  magic  charm, 
Can  man's  ferocious  pride  difarm, 
The  ftubbom,  wayward  pafllons  move, 
And  melt  the  ftoic  foul  to* love  ; 

v 

3ut  Temper  binds  the  fetters  faft, 
And  makes  the  pleafmg  bondage  laft* 
This  was  the  magic  zone  that  grac'd 

The  fair  SERENA'S  lovely  waift, 

•..  .**-« 

And  taught  her,  in  the  trying  hour 

- 
Of  Spleen,  to  dare  his  utmoft  pow'r. 

Then  view,  in  Nature's  glafs,  your  mind;1. 
And  there,  without  a  fiction,  find 
A  form  more  lovely,  juft  and  true, 
Than  ever  HAYLEY'S  pencil  drew* 


» 

• 

s    • 

,  •v 


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.'  Comparison. 

JL  OM,  all  in  raptures  with  his  wife, 
Cries  out,  "What  beauty,  fenfe  and  grace  1 
"  Thou  Ibvely  partner  of  my  life, 
«•  Thy  heart  is  fpotlefs  as  thy  face.*' 


Ill-natured  William  hung  his  head, 

Well  knowing  Molly's  face  was  freckled,  % 

Exclaims,  I  grant  what  you  have  faid— 

No  frog  was  ever  half  fo  fpecklcd.  %  \ 


.  . 

A  Device  for  a  Quack's  Coat  ofArms\ 

.   -  .i 

L:-:; 
ET  two  fmall  fprigs  with  flow'rs  be  grac'd*.  M 

Beneath  whofe  fhclter  one  might  fee  ; .  „ .,  y ' 

.    Two  gabbling  ducks  together  plac'd,  t 

quack,  quack,  the  motto  be. 

; 

F  a: 

• 


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... 

Modern  Sublimity  in  Poetry  exempli 
fied, 

You  afk  me,  dear  Strephon,  to  tell  you  in  rhyme 
How  a  man  can  afpire  to  our  modern  fublime. 
'  If  fturdy  Grimalkin  foould  rout  in  a  trice, 

And  remorfelefs  purfae,  an  whole  army  of  mice,       j 

...  <  .  .  .    ' 

Let  Achilles  chafe  Hector,  and  that  will  fhew  pat* 

4  * 

The  fear  of  a  moufe,  and  the  fpunk  of  a  cat. 

Should  your  bed  belov'd  fpamel  unluckily  die* 
«     .Apollo  mufl  ftand  with  his  handkerchief  by. 

,  . 

Or  fliould  a  few  elegant  compliments  pafs 
To  the  girl  you  have  made  your  poetical  lafs, 
Bring  the  fun  from  the  ikies  to  compare  with  her  pfnv  - 
Nor  regard  the  dark  ftate  that  the  world  will  be  in* 
If  you  can  but  a  few  more  foch  objects  compare,/  • 
You  will  hit  all  Our  Modern  Sublime  to  an  hair-  k 


On  a  ttttpid  and  an  tfnpertintnt  JPi«w 
...       .  of  Poetry..      '.     • 

4 

VV  ASPS  may  (ling,  wid  fliei  may  biu, 
»  But  when  we  feel  the  puny  wound, 
The  trifling  infects  take*  to  flight, 

Or  elfe  arc  beaten  to  the  ground* 

• 


ugs,  that  neither  bite  nor  fti 
Their  weaknefs  only  can  difplay  \ 
We  fmile  to  fee  a  little  thing 
Get  mad,  and  fret  its  rage  away. 


..... 
Thus,  Florio,  when  your  lines  I  hear,  f  •;  .  • 

Their  nonfenfe  has  no  charms  for  me  ; 

.T^-v  ,  ...,  -.  . 

That  filly  hum,  that  lulls  the  ear, 

-•-  •.     4'B*'*f* 
Proclaims  the  whitc-nos'd  Humblc-Bcc^  ,  . 

.  '      • 


•» 

Lines   written   on   seeing  d;  Spider 
weaving  his  JVeb  on  a  Volume  of 

the  Spectator.  f 

i 

.  :   . 

W  HO  taught  theC|  cunning  Engineer.!'. 
To  exercife  thy  labours  here— 
Thy  filmy  parallels  to  run 
Acrofs  the  page  of  Addifon  ? 
Has  father  Time,  flufh'd  with  the  fpoil* 
Of  modern  authors,  caus'd  tnefe  toils, 
And  fent  thee  here  to  circumvent 
This  fortrefs  ftrong  ?   'Tis  time  mifpent:    '  ••  ' 

Sheer  off,  vrhile  yet  the  co aft  is  clear, 
For  ruin  gathers  on  thy  rear. 
But  hadft.  thou,  mod  fugacious  elf! 
Retreated  to  an  upper  fhelf, 
Where  bugs  and'  modern  authors  wait 
And  tremble  at  approaching  fate,' 
Thou  might'ft  have  held  pofTeflion  free*. 
At  leaft  from  all  attacks  by  me. 
Sure  no  contention  can  arife 
Where  Jemmy  Bofvrcll  is  the  prize  f! 

• 

- .    • 


Lines  in  Modo 

, 

/7*  */  well  In  own  that  Dr.  D.iRtrttt,  in  hit  Botanic 
Garden,  hat  perfontfitd  otyefft  which,  in  tht  latitude 
he  lot  taken,  will  *ot  admit  of  perfonif cation.  A 
Jfower,  for  inftance,  may  be  p:rfon]fed  to  a  female,  fi. 
far  09  to  defence  grace,  delicacy  and  beauty  s  lut  to 
carry  the  allufion  fo  far  at  to  include  matrimony,  it 
farcical  and  ridiculous.  Added  to  thit,  he  frequently 

~  tmployt  the  moft  magnificent;  oljetls  in  nature  to  illuf- 
'trate  the  moft  diminutive. 

The  Loves  of  Bason  and  Soap. 

OEE,  in  the  kitchen's  dark  and  lonely  cell, 

The  child  of  wo,  a  PEWTER  BASON,  dwell ! ' 

Time  was,  alas !  not  very  far  the  day, 

Her  broad  face  glitter'd  to  the  morning  ray : 

In  all  her  native  lovelinefs  elate, 

She  fhone  fuperior  to  the  charms  of  plate. 

How  chang'd  the  fcene  1  in  forrow's  garb  array'dj* 

She  pines  and  mourns,  a  folitary  maid.3 

For  SOAP  her  heart  with  love  inceflknt  burns,* 

Smiles  in  his  prefence,  in  his  abfence  mourns  * 


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\ 
But  treacherous  Soap,  ah  i  too  unfaithful  fwain ! 

Rejects,  and  Pcwter-Bafon  mourns  in  vain. 
Thus,  in  Idalia's  grove,  the  Queen  of  Charms 
Woo'd  fair  Adonis  to  her  longing  arms>$ 
Ply'd  ev'ry  fond  and  wily  female  art*  .     . 

To  rule  the  emprefs  of  his  ftubborn  heart  :    • 
In  vain  flie  ftrove  ;  in  innocence  fo  coy, 

•          ,         '•* 

No  charms  could  captivate  the  bafliful  boy. 

NOTES    EXPLANATORY. 

1.  B ft/on,  ,an  utenfil,  known  by  that  name,  to 
contain  water,  or  any  thing  elfe. 

2.  This  alludes  to  the  ancient  cuftom  of  fcouring 
pewter. 

3.  Pewter  has  this  fmgular  quality,  that  when 
vnfcoured  it  prefents  a  dull  and  gloomy  appear 
ance  i  fo  that  it  may  properly  be  faid  to  be  "  «r« 
ray*  Jin  tie  garb  of  forrow."     For  further,  informal 
tion  fee  modern  clofcts,  pajjim+ 

4.  It  is  difficult  to  trace  the  invention  of  foap ; 
however,  the  procefs  feems  to  be  this:   a  certain 
quantity  of  water  is   filtrated  through  a  proper 
proportion  of  lime,  greafe  and  afhes,  which,  being 
boiled  to  a  confidence,  is  very  ferviceable  in  clean 
ing  the  impurities  of  linen,  &c. 

5.  The  (lory  of  the  loves  of  Venus  and  Adonis. 
is  well  known  to  the  lovers  of  heathen  mythology. 


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Impromptu  on  Lawyers. 

JT1AVE  you  not  feen  a  cat,  for  an  hour  without 
fail,  ^ 

Run  round  her,  and  round  her,  in  queft  of  her  tail, 

, 

Till  at  laft,  with  a  long  and  difconfolate  face, 
She  leaves  off  her  friikings,  and  gives  up  the  chace  ? 
Thus  fares  it  with  Lawyers,  when  pleading  in  court ;    . 
Tofv'ry  by-ftander  they  make  the  fame  fport ; 
When  perplex'd,  in  the  circle  of  logic  they  run, 
And  leave  it  more  doubtful  than  vrhcn  they  begum. 


A   small  Tribute  to  the  Memory  of 
Peter  Pindar. 

VVHEN  once  my  freeborn  Mufe  her  verfc  can 

bend, 

To  violate  the  feelings  of  a  friend  ; 
Search  out  alike  the  cottage  and  the  throne,      .  . ' 
yv  To  make  our  follies,  not  our  virtues,  known  j     *' 


ao 

Each  trifling  foible  magnify  to  crime, 

.  .       '  \ 

And  tattle 'it  abroad  in  goffip  rhyme  ; 

(. 
And,  by  no  fenfe  of  fhame  or  reafon  aw*d, 

Sport  with  religion,  make  a  jeft  of  God  j 

I'll  fearch  out  where  thy  cobwebb'd  volume  lies, 

And  read  with  rapture  what  I  nov  defpife. 


To  Orjnond.  .    . 

JXlCHES  and  fplendour,  birth  and  powV, 
The  child  of  folly  may  excufe, 
•  But  never  for  a  finale  hour  r 

0 ,    .   ia-.      .V\ 

Could  charm  the  hcav'ri-afpiring  Mufc, 

.        .  \¥ 

The  man  vhofe  inmoft  foul  is  warm'd 
By  fancy's  delicate  delights, 
Surely,  my  friend,  was  never  form'd 
To  tempt  Ambition's  dang'rous  heights. 


tl3i 


Wcrt  thou,  my  Ormond,  doom'd  to  pine, 
A  Have  where  fomc  proud  defpot  reigns* 
Say,  would  it  cafe  that  heart  of  thine, 
That  thou  wert  bound  in  golden  chains  ? 


The  diadem,  Ambition's  prize, 
Oft  glitters  on  the  brow  of  Sin  j 
And  though  its  luftre  charms  the  eyes, 
Mark  well  what  horrors  dwell  within  ! 


When  once  we  wander  from  the 
In  fearch  of  happinefs  elfewhere, 
We  feck,  'tis  true,  but  never  find, 
The  blifs  that  centres  only  there. 


Some  calm  and  elegant  retreat, 
Shaded  by  fome  romantic  tree, 
Where  we  may  fit  in  focial  chat, 
Is  better  far  for  you  and  me. 

•s 

C 


r  ,:..:;.  r  . 


V 


* 

Ifwf  fo  Rhymers. 


H.    .  :  .  .       u;,  • 
ARD  is  the  Poetafter's  fate ! 

To  early  rife,  and  fit  up  late} 

With  elbows  and  with  knees  quite  bare, 

To  weave  a  fonnet  for  the  fair. 

CHORUS, 

See  the  poet  bite  his  pen, 
Rhyme,  and  rhyme,  an4  rhyme  again, 

The  fair  commands  ;  who  dares  refufc  ? 
Once  more  the  poet  plies  his  mufe. 
And  when  his  ftock  of  flatt'ry  fails, 
He  bites  invention  from  bis  nails, 

See  the  poet  bite  his  pen, 

Rhyme,  and  rhyme,  and  rhyme  again* 

, .  •  1  % 

Poor  Poet !  vain  the  joy  of  thine, 
Though  ladies  prfiifc  thy  labour'd  line,  - 
*    Can  praife  o'er  poverty  prevail, 
Or  flatt'ry  fave  thee  from  the  gaol  ? 

* 

See  the  poet  bite  his  pen, 

Rhyme,  and  rhyme,  and  rhyme  again. 


Poets,  like  painter*,  muft  prepare;   -  •     '  1*  •  .  '  \< 

The  dimpling  fmile,  the  flowing  huir  j      .  ,.{       .  , 
And  fpread  ten  thoufand  charms  to  view,        .  .  -  1  .  IV 
Which  female  beauty  never  knew.  •...-.      „  ;* 

See  the  poet  bite  his  pen,     '  ' 
Rhyme,  and  rhyme,  and  rhyme  again. 


Give  me,  great  Gods  !  a  rich  furloin, 
A  bumper  foaming  o'er  with  wine  *  •  • ', 
But  if  fuch  bleffings  ye  refufe, 
In  pity  fuve  me  from  the  Mule. 

v  • 
See  the  poet  bite  his  pen,  ' . 

Rhyme,  and  rhyme,  and  rhyme  again.  -;;  , 


Ye  Poets!  once  a  brother  hear: 

"  Stick  the  black  pen  behind  the  ear," 

And  labour,  barter,  talk  or  fight, 

*  **        r 
•  In  fhort,  do  any  thing  but  write. 

,  , « --a 

See  the  poet  bite  his  pen, 

Rhyme,  and  rhyme,  and  rhyme  again. 


. 

*4 

More  folid  bleffings  will  be  found 
In  one  poor  inch  of  real  ground, 
Than  all  the  foil  where  poet*  tell 
Apollo  and  the  mufes  dwell. 

See  the  poet  bite  hii  pen,  •'      i: 

Rhyme,  and  rhyme,  and  rhyme  again. 


An  affecting  Eclogue^  in  the  Style  of 
Coy,  between  Clodpole  and  Dobbin. 

DOBBIN. 

HEY,  Cloddy !  where  fo  early  in  the  mom  fr' 
See,  fcarce  the  dew-drop  fparkles  on  the  tllorri  * 
The  cock  has  feared 7  now  begun  hii  note, 
But  you  are  here,  dreft  in  your  Sunday  coat, 

CLODDY. 

Pray  (lop  me  not ;  to  neighbour  John's  I  fleer, 
To  get,  if  poffible,  a  mug  of  beer ; 

And  then  to  After  Bet,  for  her  to  make 

\ 

jBome  gingerbread,  to  ferve  for  marriage-cake. 

' 

1 


65 

DOBBIN. 

Hah !  who  have  you  been  courting  ?  no  one,  fure, 
Would  have  a  man  fo  wretched  and  fo  poor ; 
Your  very  (lockings,  Clod,  a  motley  pair, 
Your  great-grandfather  oft  to  town  did  wear. 

CLODDY. 

Rail  not  at  me  i  rcprefs  thofe  fland'rous  tones, 
Or  elfe  this  crab-flick  (hall  aflail  your  bones  ; 
For  know,  my  fweeteft  Sue  declar'd  outright 

That  (he  would  have  me  'fore  to-morrow  night* 

, 

,  •* 

DOBBIN.  '  ?\it 

Ah  1  well  I  know  that  fair-one  j  oft  would  flit  V* 

Sit  by  the  chimney-fide  and  talk  with  me  j    .  .  .,  A, 

»  •     ,  . 
And  there,  reclining  in  the  chair,  would  tell    [fell  | 

Tor  how  much  ducks,  for  how  .much  geefe,  would 
How  fat  her  hogs  had  grown,  and,  in  a  trice,     , 
Could  reckon  what  at  market  was  their  price. 


&  .- 


•  . 

66 

• 
•*  •  " 

But  though  your  Sue  will  make  a  lovely  mate, 
Trufl  me,  (he  is  not  equal  to  my  Kate. 

CLODDY* 

Oft  would  my  Sue  arife  at  break  of  day, 
And  to  the  field  fkip  merrily  away  ; 
There  would  we  hoe  the  hills  of  corn  along, 
And  cheer  our  labours  with  a  mutual  fong  j 
And  when  we'd  toil'd  beneath  the  morning  Am, 

A  routing  kifs  would  tell  our  labour  done.        •' 

; 

" 

.. 

DOBBIN* 

My  deareft  Kate,  when  laft  I  made  my  hay,        » 
Would  help  her  Dobbin  all  the  livelong  da/  ? 
And  when  tir'd  out,  we  left  our  rakes,  and  ftaid 
Full  half  an  hour  beneath  the  chefnut  (hade :     . 

She  faid,  (dill  to  her  Dobbin  ever  true) 

| 

All  labour's  light,  if  I  can  work  for  you  } 

Tii  not  long  fmce,  that  two  bird's-nefts  I  caught, 

And  to  my  Fair  the  handfome  prefcnt  brought  j 

• 

• 


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The  eggs  were  fining,  and,  beautiful  to  view, 
Hang  on  the  looking-glafs  of  lovely  Sue. 

•* 

CLODDY* 

When  neighbour  Jerry  had  his  hulking  done, 
Two  ears  of  corn  1  found,  that  grew  in  one  ; 
I  gave  the  ears  to  Kate,  and  faid,  Pray  take 
And  keep  them  facred,  for  your  Cloddy  *s  fake  } 
And  thus,  faid  I,  may  we  in  marriage  join ! 
Kate  blufh'd  like  fire,  and  faid,  Your  words  are  mine. 

DOBBIN. 

Ned's  AAer  Marg'rct,  in  her  fuit  fo  brown, 
Will  ev'ry  day  ride  Sorrel  to  the  town  t 
But  Sufan  fwears  flic  ne'er  abroad  will  roam, 


But,  like  her  coffet,  always  ftay  at  home* 


}. 

*•  ' 

;••••• .        ..  -  ..;    • 

.    •   .. .  ... 

CLODDY*. 

Oft  will  my  cattle  fweat  beneath  the  yoke  j 

When  tir'd  with  work, 'they'll  loll  their  tongues 

fmokc. 


68 

But)  Kate  !  your  burthen  ii  not  half  To  tight  j 
Love's  "  yoke  is  eafy,  and  his  labour  light." 

DOBBIN. 

Let  towns-folk  curl  and  powder  up  their  hair* 
And  fmell  fo  fwect  with  the  perfumes  they 
Let  the  town  girls  in  filks  and  chintzes  trail, 
And,  like  our  oxen,  wear  a  length  of  tail ; 
With  gauze  and  pafteboard  let  them  load  the  crown,- 
And  (hew  like  haycocks  tumbled  upfide  down  ; 
My  lovely  Sue,  in  country  neatnefs  dreft, 
Will  look  to  me  more  handfome  than  the  beft. 


Poor  William's  Address. 

ONCE  more  Poor  William  haftens  to  addrefi 
The  friends  of  freedom,  patrons  of  the  prefs. 
Permit  a  haplefs  object  to  implore 
What  charity  can  give  $  he  a&s  no  more. 


O'er  my  dark  fate  no  happy  Genius  fmil'd  ; 
Misfortune  clsumM  me  for  her  fav'rite  child. 
Born,  all  th«  woes  of  poverty  to  feel, 
1  wander  wretched}  tafte  the  fcanty  meal* 
While  feftive  pleafure  revels  out  the  night, 
And  the  gay  heart  ftill  flutters  with  delight ; 
While  with  loud  mirth  the  focial  halls  rcfound, 
And  fong  and  dance  and  merry  jell  go  round  j 
Some  dill  untafle  J  pleafure  to  impart, 
Some  frefh  enjoyment  for  the  languid  heart, 
Surfeit  with  tranfport,  yet  ftill  craving  more ; 
I  brave  the  blaft  that  whittles  round  the  door* 
Think  then  how  hard  for  poverty  to  bear 
The  nipping  fharpnefs  of  the  winter  air !; 
Ye  fair !  whole  fweetnefs  ev'ry  charm  endear^    v 
Thro*  whofc  mild  orbs  compaffion  pours  her  tears, 
From  you  I  crave  what  charity  can  give  > 
O  !  teach  a  fon  of  forrow  how  to  live. 

- 

- 

To  you,  while  journeying  thro*  this  vale  of  tears* 
May  Heav'n,  aufpicious,  grant  a  length  of  years  fc  . 


May  calm  contentment  hail  each  rifing  rayr  • 

*^ 

And  pleafure  clofe  with  cv'ry  cloflng  day  §       .  . 
And  ne'er  be  doqm'd  to  feel,  in  life's  decline, 
Thofe  woes  of  which  fo  large  a  fliare  is  mine* 


A  Ghost. 

Vy  H AT  boding  misfortune^  my  dear  little  child, 
Makes  your  heart  fweff  with  anguifh,  your  eyef 

overflow?-  <      r, 

Perhaps  I  may  baaifh  thofe  tumults  fo  wild  j 
If  not,,  my  fond  heart  (hall  refpond  to  your  wor  * 


Sure  fuch  lovely  innocence  never  could  harm  f 
Or,  if  indifcretion  has  led  thee  aftray, 
Such  beauty  celeftial  would  prove  as  a  charm,      > 
To  drive  all  the  pow'r  of  refentment  away*  ; 


# 


71 

I 

Ah  I  no,  fir :  as  late,  yonder  manfion  I  pafs'd, 
The  fcene  was  all  gloomy,  the  night  wind  blew  bold, 
1  heard  the  loud  fliriek  of  a  Ghofl  in  the  blurt , 
That  made  my  warm  blood  with  amazement  nm 
cold. 

My  heart  funk  within  me,  I  fhook  with  affright  \ 
I  flew  from  the  place,  and  look'd  anxioufly  round  j 

When  the  Ghoft  ftood  before  me,  all  difmally  white, 

. 

Where  yonder  hoarfe  ivy  fhakes  over  the  ground. 


Some  night-wilder'd  trav'lcr  was  murder'd  this  way  j 
(So  ancient  tradition  confirms  the  report) 

V  .      . 

His  fpeclre  fUll  vifits  the  moon's  pallid  ray, 
And  makes  this  the  haunt  of  his  gloomy  refcrt  . 


Oh  !  nufH  all  thofe  idle  fufpicions,  my  dear  ! 

•.   j',*'^ 
They  are  vifions  created  by  Fancy's  defign  i 

No  ugly  old  fpeclre  {hall-dare  to  appear, 


And  haunt  ib  much  beauty  and  virtue  as  tkiftc. 


73 

?STow  while  the  full  moon  ftincs  fo  clear  in  the.  (kf, 
And  the  night  winds  DO  longer  make  temped  and 

rout,  ^ 

Together,  my  fair  one,  our  courage  we'll  tryy 
To  wander  thefe  defolate  ruins  about. 

See  here  is  the.  ivy,  the  ghoft-hauntcd  fpot, . 
But  where  is  the  fellow  that  caus'd  thy  affright  ? 
His  late  evening  walk  he  has  furely  forgot»         ¥ 
Or  perhaps  does  not  rife  quite  fo  early  to-night. 

If  yonder  white  cat,  who  fits  wailing  aloud, 
And  demands  of  thy  charity  only  a  bone, 
Will  do  for  a  ghoft,  and  her  fur  for  a  lhroud» 

The  fpirit  is  laid,  and  the  charm  is  undone. 

i 

The  critic  may  laugh,  and  the  gentleman  Had 
Ample  caufe,  in  this  ftory,  to  fneer  and  to  hifs  i 
I  appeal  to  jhe  common  good  fcnfe  of  mankind;,  - 
If  the  world  does,  not  furntfh  fuch  folty  as.  this. 


73 

The  tippler,  who  f\v ills  down  hit  bumpers  all 
Is  chang'd  to  a.fottifh  and  overgrown  dunce  j    .  i 
For  fear  that  repentance  is  time  thrown  away, 
Gives  his  char  after  all  to  perdition  at  once. 

The  hero,  who  drives  to  ennoble  his  name 
By  the  (laughter  and  carnage  of  all  human  kind, 
May  think  that  he  guides  the  proud  chariot  of  fame, 
While  the  poor  little  lacquey  rides  blinking  behind* 

The  wo-bcgone  lover,  who  trolls  out  the  praife 
Of  the  damfcl  coquettifli,  who  flights  all  his  pray'rs, 
May  fow,  and  expeft  a  fine  produce  to  raife, 
But  will  foon  reap  a  plentiful  harvcft  of  tares. 

The  poor  poetafter  (0  !  how  my  brain  reels  1) 
Thinks  malice  and  envy  known  only  by  fneers ; 
Still  plods  on,  arid  rhymes  on ;  poor  culprit !  he 

feels 
No  gift  from  Apollo,  but  Midas's-ears. 


74 

All  thefe  are  but  Fancy's  delufions  at  moft  ; 
Dclufions  which  Prudence  can  ever  fubdue. 
Each  employment,  each  pleafure,  has  always  its 

Ghofti  1   . 

Then  ftall  not  the  girl  in  her  turn  laugh  at  you  ?   - 


•     !! 


'Lines  written  on  being  wakened  in 
Sickness  by  a  Serenade  at  the  Win* 
dow. 


feverlfh  dreams  !  the  progeny  of  care, 
Nor  with  falfe  terrors  hover  round  my  head  \ 
Avaunt  !  ye  grifly  fpe&rcs  of  defpair  ! 

Nor  dance  with  demon  raptures  round  my  bed. 

• 

No  more  the  fhriek  of  Innocence  I  hear  ; 
Dark)  filent-footcd  Murder  drops  his  knife  i 
No  more  mine  eyes  furvey  the  blood-ftain'd  bicf, 
I  wake  once  more  to  extacy  and  life. 


- 


A  ftrain  melodious,  cxquifitely 

On  every  fcnfe  with  thrilling  rapture  deals, 

4* 
(Now  finking  low,  now  fwelling  loud,  aloft) 

Difpch  the  horrors  demon  Fancy  feels. 


O,  \vhen  this  feverifli  dream  of  life  is  o'er, 

! 

May  David's  harp,  to  fuch  high  raptures  giv'n, 
Wear  out  the  pangs  that  dying  nature  bord, 
And  foothe  my  fpirit  in  its  flight  to  heav'ri ! 


On  seeing  the  Body  of  a  dead  Horse 
unburied. 


Y  E  who,  with  ftupid  falfehood,  love  to  preach 
Of  man's  perfection,  and  fuch  childifh  tales,        f  -? 
O  hufli  a  moment— flop  the  idle  fpeech  j 
Let  ftubborn  fa&  convince,  v;hen  reafoil  fails. 

Oft  have  1  fecn  this  courfcr  fpurn  the  rein, 
Proud  of  the  fiilfe  applaufes  of  mankind  ; 
Diilcnd  his  cheft,  exalt  his  flowing  mane, 
And  leave  the  lagging  tempcft  far  behind. 


76. 

But  now,  iinthought  of,  fmcc  -his  race  is  run, 
(Such  is  the  (late  of  virtue  here  below) 
His  bones  are  left  to  whiten  in  the  fun, 
His  flefli  to  gorge  the  carrion-haunting  crow. 

Vail  is  the  bofom  of  our  mother  earth  j 

Could  thy  poor  remnants  find  no  refuge  there  ? 

She  gave  alike  to  men  and  horfes  birth, 

And  both  alike  are  objefts  of  her  care.  • 

Yes,  to  our  fliame  and  forrow  be  it  faid, 
The  fervile  poet  trolls  the  flatt'ring  line  j 
The  marbled  monument  hides  many  an  head 
\Vhofe  worth,  poor  courfer  I  never  equall'd  thine* 

Why  fhould  my  penfive  Mufe  relutfant  tell, 
That  thy  poor  wither'd  bones  unearth'd  remain  ? 
While  the  great  hero  who  with  glory  fell 
Still  moulders  difregarded  on  the  plain. 

If  no  dark  raven  ever  flutter1  d  round, 
And  with  unhallow'd  pounces  tore  the  head, 
Yet  Scandal  ftill  inflifts  a  deeper  wound, 
And  revels  on  the  glory  of  the  dead. 


77 

,!!?«.;  ;    %  '  • 

Epitaph  on  an  Indian. 

rl  ERE,  in  the  gloomy  regions  of  the  dead, 

The  child  of  forrow  refts  his  humble  head  j 

No  learning  taught  his  rugged  foul  to  rife, 

And  bound  his  broad  refearches  by  the  ikies. 

But  Ample  Nature  form'd  her*  artlefs  chil  J, 

And  touch'd  his  bofom  with  affe&ions  mild. 

Pure  as  his  native  ftream  his  thoughts  would  flow  j 

He  felt)  and  he  reltev'd,  a  brother's  wo. 

Prom  heav'n  no  beams  of  chriftian  glory  fliin'd, 

To  break  the  native  darknefs  of  his  mind  j 

On  the  drear  mountain's  defolate  abode 

He  hop'd,  in  death,  to  meet  his  humble  God: 

Where,  free  from  ambufli,  free  from  ev'ry  fear, 

The  ftiades  of  men.  might  chafe  the  (hades  of  deer ; 

Where  'midft  their  tribes  the  found  "of  war  fhould 

ceafe,      . 
And  all  fhould  fmoke  the 'calumet  of  peace.. 


T8 

Qfe,  blufh,  thou  Chriftian  I  while  a  Savage  lives 
In  the  calm  light  his  native  confcience  gives, 
Steadfaft  purfues  his  duty  to  the  end, 
And  meets  his  God  as  man  would  meet  a  friend  j 
Whilft  you,  amidft  the  »blazc  of  chriftian  light, 
Where  ev'ry  duty  glares  on  ev'ry  fight, 
Still  from  the  facred  paths  of  virtue  ftray, 
And  turn  your  vifage  from  the  gofpel  ray* 


'Epitaph  for  the  Grave-Stone  of  a  near 
and  much-respected  Relation. 

\VHILE  coldi  and  fpeechic&  lies  that  lif clefs   . 

form, 

Which  once  was  with  each  godlike  virtue  warm, 
Which  for  the  poor  and  needy  wrought  relief, 
And  loft  its  fuff 'rings  in  another's  grief  | 
Applauding  Seraphs  hail  thy  happier  fhade. 
To  brighter  realms,  where  no  rude  dorms  invade. 


79 

•  i  •  i-  ' 

Epitaph  on  a  Sailor  who  died  at  Sea, 

and  who  had  a  Grave-Stone  inscri 
bed  to  his  Memory. 

L/N  a  far  diftant  fliore  his  body  lies, 
Where  no  parental  hand  can  clofe  his  eyes  ? 
But^trav'ler !  while  you  walk  this  grave  around, 
And  view  the  fculptur'd  ftone,  and  rifing  mound* 
Let  the  foft  figh  of  forrow  languifli  here-,. 
And  Pity's  eyelids  flpw.  with  grief  fincere* 


. 


On  the  death  of  my  much-respected 
Friend^  Mr.  Samuel  Danforth,  of 
Providence. 

JLfET  no  intruding  footfteps  wander  near* 
Where  Friendfliip  flops  to  fhed  the  filent  tear. 
To  mourn  thy  lof$K  O  DAKFORTH  !  I  invoke 

No  clam'rous  Raven  from  the  blafted  oak.         ?• 


80. 

Such  Flattery  may  write,  and  fuch  applaud  j  .     f  ' 
But  Friendship  touches  on  a  finer  chord.  ,  ^x ,,  r> 
The  folemn  grove,  the  heart-congenial,  fliade,  ,  ,^ 
More  fuits  my  foul  than  Fancy's  vain  parade.     „ 
I  feck  the  man  whofe  worth  my  heart  revcres» 
I  find  him  only  in  Affection's  tears. 
In  the  gay  mom  of  life,  in  virtue's  bloom, 
He  fell  a  victim  to  the  fatal  tomb. 

like  the  funeral  marble,  lur  J  and  col 


To  future  ngcs  have  their  virtues  told  ^ 
Kiches  the  lie  to  diftant  times  may  give, 

(  *  ' 

And  fcrvilc  Hutt'ry  bid  their  glories  live. 

But  thy  dear  name  (hall  have  no  meaner  part,      ,, . 

FuM  in  the  core  of  ,Fricndfliip's  bleeding  heart  •  '•    % 


When  thcfe  poor  limbs  (hall  lie  outftretch'd  and  col<£ 
And  join  in  wedlock  with  theircov'ring  mould* 
May  thy  kind  angel  iland  ut  Mercy's  door, 

And  teach  my  in  taut  fpirit  where  to  four. 

,    •,       .    '.,.  »      •.•'•   ' 

.    ......     ^  _  .  .  , . .    .       •'  •  <t  "">  •  .i 


61 


Epitaph  to  the  Memory  of  a  dear  de 
parted  Brother. 

DEPARTED  friend !  why  fhoald  I  mourn, 
And  tread  dark  Melancholy's  plains  ? 
Why  fliould  I  dew  with  tears  die  urn 
That  now  preferves  thy  dear  remains  ? 

Tho'  cold,  beneath  the  dampy  fod, 
Thy  limbs  in  peaceful  flumbcr  lie, 
Thy  fpirit  fecks  a  gracious  God, 
And  flits  its  paflage  through  the  flcy. 

••     ^ 

What  joy  xnuft  heave  that  bread  of  thine, 
To  quit  this  jarring,  earthly  fphere, 
When  the  full  chorus,  all  divine, 
Breaks  in  loud  rapture  on  the  ear  ! 

* 

I  mark  the  day's  impetuous  flight  \ 
Behind  the  mountain  finks  the  fun, 
While  flufhes  of  departed  light 
In  ling'ring  dreams  of  glory  run. 


"V 


82 


'Tis  thus,  dear  friend  !  thy  fplcndour  fliews  5 
Here  aching  Friendllu'p  feeks  reliefi  •   . 

In  Mem'ry's  foft,  reflected  hues, 
That  fkirt  th*  horizon  of  my  grief. 


The  fon  of  poverty,  forlorn, 
Oft  bows  liis  knees,  both  bare  and  old, 
To  haughty  greatnefs  \  meets  with  fcorn, 
And  fiiivcrs  in  the  winter  cold. 

When  from  thy  hofpitable  door 
The  wand'ring  pilgrim  e'er  would  go,  - 
A  glimpfe  of  joy,  unknown  before, 
Would  fparlle  in  the  eye  of  Wo* 

Wnen  the  fierce  fever's  burning  pains 

Had  fcorch'd  the  wretch  on  mis'ry's  bccV  -i 

When  tortures  tore  his  fickly  veins, 

And  throbs  convulfive  rack'd  his  head  i 

To  him  thy  kind  relief  was  giv'n, 
If  human  pow'r  could  fet  him  free  j  < 

If  not,  his  fighs  and  groans  to  Heav'n 
Were  mingled  with  a  pray'r  for  thec* 

• 
< 


83 

Why  fhould  my  plaintive  numbers  flow  ? 
All  mud  obey  the  dread  beheft  : ' 
Here  muft  the  fons  of  joy  and  wo 
Alike  recline  their  heads  to  red, 

When  the  cold  clay  and  chilling  fod 
Shall  prefs  thefe  weary,  aching  eyes, 
O  may  I  give  my  foul  to  God, 
And  like  thy  glorious  fpirit  rife  J 


'. 

# 


To  a  Ring-Dove;    in  Imitation  of 
Dr.  Heattie's  Song  of  the  Hermit. 


1  why,  lovely  Mourner  !  that  mufical  fall, 
That  accent,  that  fpeaks  a  difconfolate  mind  ? 
Does  fome  hidden  tumult  thy  bofom  appal, 
That  leaves  the  fad  fting  of  reflexion  behind  ? 

The  caufe  of  thy  forrow  full  well  I  difccm  ; 
'  The  feafons  of  beauty  and  pleafure  are  pad  : 
Yet  filcnce,  dear  mourner  !  they  foon  fhall  returftf 
And  nature  with  beauties  be  frefli  oycrcuft. 


84 

•     . 
Though  now  dreary  winter  howls  over  the  plain, 

Though  die  brooks  ceafe  to  murmur,  the  rallies  to 

"ng, 

Yet  earth  fliall  be  cloth'd  in  her  fragrance  again, 
And  creation  revive,  in  the  fplendour  of  Spring. 

Ye  woodlands,  that  lately  were  filver'd  by  flow'rs, 
My  mind  into  rapture  was  kindled  by  you  ; 

a 

Now  Fancy  impatiently  waits  for  the  hours 

Whsn  Spring's  fairy  pencil  your  charms  fliall  renew* 

•  \ 

How  changed  in  a  moment  the  furface  of  things  ! 
The  woodlands  and  gardens  are  cover'd  with  fnows. : 
Soon  Zephyr  fhall  flutter  your  leaves  with  his  wings, 
And  bathe  his  light  limbs  in  the  dews  of  the  roic. 

* 
E'en  now,  deareft  warbler  J  my  fancy  can  fee 

The  feafon  of  blifs  in  futurity  roll ; 

The  far-fpreading  verdure,  the  white-blooming  tree; 

And  the  funfhiue  of  extacy  burfts  on  my  foul. 


Then,  lovely  complamer !  fori>ear  thy  fbft  lays, 

Nor  grieve  for  thofe  bleffings  which  Spring  {halj 

...          .  .       j  .....      .      ••  - 

reftore  j    ,  :.;  -  yr 

But  mourn  for  the  current  of  man's  fleeting  dayi, 
That  feafon  which  flies,  and  revifittno  more* 

.:•  ..-A 


To  a  Friend  who  was  about  to  embark  > 
for  a  Foreign  Country.      .,  \*** 


Friend,  my  foul's  far  better  part ! 
Mud  I  no  more  converfe  with  yon  ? 
Ah  !  no  j  the  pang  that  rends  my -heart 
Proclaims  the  difmal  tidiqgs  true. 


Methinks,  ev'n  now,  I  fee.  thec  Oand,         .,  .,  ,  «,.-;  \ 
-Gazing  with  rctrofpeftive  eye, 
Where  the  blue  billow  laves  the  land,  i 

And  pouring  Friendfbip's  facred  £^hv  ^ 


86 

I  fee  the  flUp,  with  fpreading  fail, 
And  pendant  dreaming  idly  gay, 
Waiting  the  firft  propitious  gale,  ^ 

To  bear  my  heart's  bed  hope  away. 


O'er  Georgia's  melancholy  downs, 
Where  peftilential  vapours  meet, 
And  the  hot  fun  malignant  frowns, 
I  trace  thy  flowly.wand'ring  feet* 


Oh  !  let  this  hour  of  parting  run 
Afldc  from  all  unhaJ10Vd  mirth  > 
.  Retire  awhile  to  think  of  one 
Who  felt  and  who  rcver'd  thy  worth* 


Or,  if  thy  fcftive  friends  around 
Prefs  thee  thy  glafs  once  more  to  fill, 
Let  this  defponding  hour  be  found 
The  facrament  of  Friendfhip  ftill. 


And  when  thy  lips  (hall  prefs  the  edge, 
Let  no  lafcivious  toad  decoy, 

_r  '  * 

But  give,  ('tis  facred  Friendship's  pledge)   ' 
The  mem'ry  of  departed  joy. 


87 


o  Childhood.      .,   ?  .ft 

0  CHILDHOOD!  how  fweet  is  thy  day,       v 
Thy  paftime  how  pleafant  and  fair  ! 

Beyond  thee,  whatever  men  fay, 

1  fee  nought  but  forrow  and  care. 

p        .    i  .'.  * 

For  Childhood  will  often  amufe  -   *' ;  ;  <A 

With  profpecls  no  feafon  can  bring  :          .       .. 
The  infant,  who  fports  in  the  dews, 

Believes  all  his  life-time  a  fpring. 

i  ,»»'» 

Though  petty  misfortune  may  frowa    •  .•       >.••»: 
Awhile  on  the  head  of  the  boy,      •          .,:.•!.  •  v. 
The  tear,  that  rolls  gracefully  down, 
Is  chas'd  by  the  fmile  of  his  joy. 

Proud  Manhood !  though  wider  thy  range,      ,  . ,/ 

Thou,  for  pleafure  which  Fancy  beftows, 

Canft  only  obtain,  in  exchange, 

The  heart-finking  preflure  of  woes.  »'1-  »    ^ 

.      .          v    ,:•.....  ir  Q.  t 

Falfe  vifions  of  tranfport !  away ! 

Your  prefence  mo  more  I  can  bear :        ~  ]  ;,      ^.. 

My  foul,  when  it  pants  for  the  day, 

Still  peeps  through  the  bars  of  my  care,  , 


In- manhood,  Ambition  will  rule, 
The  heart's  tranquil  moments  devour  ; 
Wind  her  rays  round  the  head  of  the  fool,     ' 
Or  give  him  the  fceptre  of  pow*r*.     • 

Round  his  treafure  pale  Avarice  walks, 
And  anxioufly  guards  it  alone  ; 
Each  finer  enjoyment  he  baulks, 

And  turns  the  warm  heart  to  a  (tone. 

,    . 

Omnipotent  Love  may  bequeath 
Boauty's  flow'r,  that  enraptures  the  eyes  | 
But  (brink,  lovely  youth  1  for  beneath', 

The  ferpent  of  Jealoufy  lios. 

'    •:      /':;      ;    .    , 

Falfe  Friendship  difplay*  all  her  charms, 
And,  firen-like,  lulls  thee  to  reft  j(      .  • ,  ,M  i    -  ; 
But  ftill,  in  the  grafp  of  her  arms, 
Her  dagger  is  felt  at  the  breaft. 

This  world  is  all  forrow  and  ft  rife  j 

And  he,  who  fhould  vainly  prefumc 

To  retire  from  the  troubles  of  life,   .',.'•-',  V  !.'.'. 

Maft  feck  his  repofc  in  the  tomb.        '  . '. 


Nor  would  I  prefumptuous  complain  : 
The  Father  of  Mercy  and  Love 
Has  doom'd  us  to  forrow  and  pain, 
Bat  to  wean  us  for  bleffings  above. 


-  Ode  to  Health. 

DlVINE  HYOBIA  !  lift  thy  wingj 
Forfake  awhile  thy  downy  bed  j 
Come  in  tHe  fragrance  of  the  fpring,, 
And  fcatter  rofes  round 'my  head. 
Or,  if  thou  feek'fl  the  mountain's  breezy  height, 
Qrtread'ftwith  fairy  feet  the  fpanglcd  lawn, 
Catching  with  anxious  ey«  the  beam!  of  light, 
That  fire  the  ruddy  cheeks  of  early'  dawn  j 
O  come,  thy  facred  charms  around  difFufe  j 

Bathe  my.  bet  temples  with  thy  cooling  dcwi.. 

•> 

Or  if,  in  th'y  immortal  bow V, 
Thou  fhun'ft  th'  obtrufive  blaze  of  day, 
Guarding  from  harm  the  tender  flow' r, 
by  the  genial  breath  of  May.  \ : 


.90 

Or  if  thou  winded  down  the  mazy  dance, 
With  aft  the  nymphs  and  dryad*  of  the  wood, 
In  graves  impervious  to  the  folar  glance, 
Or  bath' ft  thy  lucid  limbs  in  yonder  flood  I  , 
Attend,  fair  Goddefs !  lull  me  to  repofe> 
And  pour  a  fwcet  oblivion  on  my  woes* 

Fair  Nymph  !  in  thy  refplendent  train 
No  gloomy  thoughts  and  cares  appear  t    •/        f» 
-The  captive  joyful  ftiakes  his  chain> 
And  fmiles  content  when  thou  art  near  $ 
Poflefs'd  of  thce,  forgets  awhile  his  home, 
The  lov'd  companion  of  his  youthful  mirtl^ 
The  fpot  where  once  his  footfteps  lovM  to.  roamt 
His  children,  prattling  round  his  focial  hearth. 
Thy  pow'r,  Hygeia,  ibothes  bis  tortur'd  breaft> 
And  rocks  his  ftormy  pafllons  into  reft. 


Beneath  the  yew-tree's  death-like  flvade, 
Ah  !  who  can  confolalion  find  ? 
There  oft  my  weary  limbs  arc  laid  | 
1  fhrink  at  every  paJQjng  wind,  . 
Tkcre  will  the  tainted  breath,  by  ficknei 
Heave  through  th«  grafs  an  intermittent. figh> 


And  feem  to  fay,  0  mau  I  thy  }oy$  are  flown  j 
Child  of  the  moment  !  thou  ft  alt  fhortly  die. 
Give  me,  fair  Nymph  !  awhile  to  fhun  my  doom— 
A  fliort,  fhort  refpite  from  the  fatal  tomb. 

Few  are  the  pleafures  of  mankind  : 
Corroding  cares,  in  grim  array, 
Glare  fierce  and  gloomy  on  the  mind* 
And  drive  the  trembling  Joys  awny. 
The  pale  confumptfon's  flow  and  patient  courfe  ' 
With  our  weak  nature  holds  inceflam  flrife, 
But  the  fierce  fever's  more  impetuous  force 
Flies  through  the  veins,  and  fattens  on  the  life. 
Unhappy  man  !  where'er  your  eyes  you  turn, 
You  look  for  pleafure  —  ftill  you  find  an  unu 

,v          'f--- 

Hygeia  !  thou  canft  charm  awhile, 
From  Sorrow  wipe  the  burning  tear  ; 

).,  -       M*  i 

Pale  Anguiftj,  with  a  faded  fmilc, 

.      .•  l    .       •  •  '.     .  'J  .'»••' 
Beholds  thy  fairy  footfteps  near. 

Come,  then,  propitious  to  my  {uppliant  cries  ; 
Let  me  behold  thy  bufHns  gem*  d  with  dews  f  ,    . 
Bring  with  thee  vernal  airs  ajid  cloudlcfs  Ikics^      .• 
And,  laft  of  all,  the  tyng-fo,rfajke,n  Mufc*,  .,         .^  j  ^ 


'-  •• 


Then  (hall  my  (imple  pipe,  and  merry  lay, 
One*  more  refound,  and  foothe  my  weary 

.  '   .  .     ) 


Qde  to  Sleep.. 

CjRlfcF  and  care  awhilt  fufpended>, 
Now  I  feck  my  downy  bed  ;, 
And,  by  midnight  (hades  befriended^ . 
Calm. content,  (lull  wrap  my,  head.. 


Man  !  though  thoufand  fears  alarm  you*. 
Though  Misfortune  fcowls  unbleft,,  ,     .  ,  ; 

No  dark  terrors  here  (hall  harm  you?, 
Lovely  is  the  bed  of  reft*.  t 

Bleffihgs  to  the  God  of  Heaven^. 

That  a  time  19  fet  apart, 

•'     -.    .:      .      „'  \-n 

When  afweet  repofe  is  given- 

.          '    .  .  '  ..  , 

To  the  tortures  of  the  heart.. 


Sailors,  on  th'e  troubled  ocean;,  *  ' 

By  rude  billows  rock'd  to  deep,, 
Loft  in  pleafure'4  fweet  'emotion^, 

1     '' 


Lovefick  fhepherds !  doomM. Jo. Ungu}(V    .  .r.  t 
Give  your  fond  complainings  q'erj/.. '.....» -, .4,  7^ . 
Sleep,  in  pity  to  your  angutfh, 
Shall  your  abfent  fair  reftore. 

..  ;     {';    (   i:        >'•<  .       i!   •  ( 
l 

Kings  and  beggars,  here  repofmg,  « •    , 

Lofe awhile  their  cares  and  pain  ;  ..  .'*  .  .    >i  i 

Till  the  morn,  her  face  difclofihg,  ,    h     »•  •.  1  ' 

Wake  their  eyes  and  carei  again.  ;  v-   -    :.:>  .'  i'i 

Round  the  beggar,  Fancy,  flutter  I 

Scatter  round  thy  fairy  fchexhes;:   '»  r 

Let  no  cruel  demon  mutter,  •?  !  .    ,•••  ?-wrk  -  ,• ' 

All  his  joys  are  empty  drcaroi..    -J  u  Hi  :V\  • 

Let  ideal  diamonds  twinHe  T-^  f!  ;!  i-r  ^   v.  . '    . 

'    •.' ;    3"          .'  •  • 

On  the  beggar,*i;  Avretdied  head  j  -  .-•;    *  y  vr.; 
Rofy  joy,  without  a  wrinkle^  «  i  •  ;  '     -•''•    •  -• 

, •'  ;     '•»  f;."\    .  ' 

Smile  ferenely  round  his  bed.    '•     ':*.-. 

• 

Monarch  !  with  thy  hoards  of  treaAirei ;  "  *  N 
And  ye,  mighty  princes  !  fay,  .  .    \     1 

Who  enjoys  more  realpkafor^  !>.ci.  ,  \  •«.,  .    •;.     , 
Kings  by  night,  or  kings>y  d»yj  ^ 

•  ^^  .  ?  •      *      » 


Exile  t  wherefoe'er  you  wander*  ; 

By  the  lonely  ftrenm  or  hill,' 
Ceafe  on  prefent  woes  to  ponder  t 
You  (hall  find  enjoyment  Hill. 


Nightly  to  your  home  returning,     .;,.>•.'          ,   .     - 
Then,  poor  exile !  you  (hall  fee          '.  .  V       ;.'.>  ',  r 
The  dear  babes,  with  rapture  burning,  .  .      ,... 
Prattle  on  their  parent's  knee.      •  ..  .;."..:.-.<•' 

'      ': 
Now  your  tong-lov'd  wife  enfolds  youtf    .    .IJ.T-    i 

While  the  tear-drop  dews  her  cheek} '.   ..  /;    ::;; ,  •  i 
Still  Hie  weeps,  and  dill  {he  holds  you  }        ;:^  ' :  ~ 
EC  (bey  forbids  to  fpeak.  ...,'•. 


Guilt  atone,  with  horror  ffiiHhgi. 
Haunts  the  peaceful  bow'n  of  fleep  $ 
Whether  deeping  or  awaking, 


, 


Still  the  wretch  is  doom'd 


•--, 
^n  ga7  youth,  or  age  grown  hoary,/ 

May  my  foul  depart  in  blifs  ;  " 


Sleep  in  peace,  and  wake  to  glory,. 
hi  a  better  world  thutn  this.t 


95 


•  i 


Lints  to  the  Memory  of  that  excellent 
ish  Poet,  Cowper, 


MUSE  who  never  bow'd  the  knee 
To  haughty  Greatnefs,  Wealth  or  Pow'r, 
Prefents  with  trembling  hands  to  thec 
The  tribute  of  a  fading  flow'r, 


by  the  hallow'd  hands  of  Fame  j 


the  garland  Heav'n  beftows, 
by  the  hallow'd  hands  of  Far 
^   The  wreath  celeftial  flow'rs  compofe 


.  .  '    • 
Shall  bloom  perennial  round  thy  name.  » 

4   I  \  • » 


Thy  voice  proclaimed  to  guilty  men, 
Repentance  (hall  a  pardon  find  ; 
While  truth,  refplendent,  frorn  thy  pen, 
Hafh'd  terrors  on  the  atheift  mind, 


Religion  penfively  (nail  turn, . 
With  forrow  (beaming  from  her 
And,  pointing  to  thy  hallow'd  urn, 
Eiclaim, «« Tis  there  my  champio^  licf.11^ 


98     ,  > 

The  fwc,et  reward  that  waits  the  juft, . 
The  praif*  of  ever  doing  wtUt  \ ' 
Shall  pour  a  radiance  .round  thy  boil, 
And  Time's  oblivious  touch  repel 


JLines  addressed  to  a  Lady  who  shed 
Tears  at  reading  a  Novel  entitle^ 

"  Clarissa" 

AH  !  ceafc,  my  fair-onel  ceafe  dfat  tear  j        ' 

The  volume  of  misfortune  clofe : 

•  •  .  '     •'* ;<-  • 

That  lucid  pearl  is  much  too  dear 

To  barter  for  L;  \\  woes. 

(>.•!•''     %•- 

Truft  me,  ClarifTa  never  kneir 
The  forrows  which  thpfc  eyel  deplore  $:   !  4  • '    -'^ 
And,  if  (he  did,  would  fly  to  you,    •  •'  ^'*f  '  i'v 

And  in  your  pity  feel  no  more* 

,,.*   '    •     •--   i f  <  .'•/  "( 
Think  of  tlie  poor,  difabled  wretch      ,  j   • 

Who  has  not  where  t;o  lay  his  head;  .  ^  r  5,,  *\ 
No  fupplicating  arms  to  ftretch,  ,,  .  <»,  r-fiV''r 
And  beg  of  thee  his  daily  bread. 


07 

Think  what  the  Tailor's  heart  appals, 
Doom'd  o'er  tcmpefluous  fcas  to  roam  j 
When  Death  proclaims,  in  furious  (quails, 
Prepare  to  die— thy  time  is  come. 

Think  of  the  dungeon  captive's  fate, 
Who,  doom'd  to  pine  his  life  away, 
Glares  dark  and  hopelefs  through  his  grate, 

And  peeps  at  liberty  and  day. 

•  .  \ 

Think  what  the  widow's  foul  endures, 

When  want  invades  her  humble  fhcd; 

'Who,  with  a  tender  heart  like  yours, 

Mourns  for  a  much-lov'd  husband  dead*  •• 

Tlicfc  arc  not  woes  which  Fiflion  draws, 
Which  make  thofe  fliining  eyes  o'crflow-; 
But  fuch  as  God's  eternal  laws , 

*  » 

Have  doom'd  unhappy  man  to  know.. 

' 
When  thou,  dear  maid  1  cunft  not  relieve, 

t,et  Pity  heave  die  tender  figh  j  .  ;  : .  '.3  C1  M 

Then  ccafe  for  fancy*  J  woes  to  grieve/.  :>        -;  ;  ,*f  t 
And  throw  the  trifling  novel  by-         •  ,  ••  \-.\i  •' ' 

K  : 


William  and  Mary:  a  Ballad. 

IT  was  a  ftormy  winter  night, 

The  wind  and  fnow  tempeftuous  beat  j 

No  diflant  cottage  fhed  a  light, 

To  gnide  the  traveler's  doubtful  feet  j 

When  MARY,  in  her  fhed  reclin'df 
By  boding  apprehenfions  torn? 
Heard  the  loud  fhriek  of  ev'ry  wind, 
And  figh'd  for  WILLIAM'S  quick  return* 

Hark  !  'twas  a  footftep  at  the  door  I 
Fond  expectation  flops  the  tear  ; 
Alas !  'twas  but  the  tempeft's  roar, 
For  Mary  fees  no  William  near. 

. 
Now  the  lad  flirub  has  fed  the  fires, 

And  now  the  mould'ring  embers  deep  \ 
Poor  Mary  to  her  couch  retires, 
Until  the  morn's  return,  to  weep. 

Hufh  thee  !  hufh  thte !  my  lovely  child  \ 
Fear  not  the  fury  of  the  ftorm  5 
For,  tho'  the  tempeft  roars  fo  wild,          * 
My  bofoxn  fhall  preferve  thee  warm/ 


That  innocence,  that  cherub  air, 

Shall  plead  before  th'  Almighty's  throne  ; 

Propitious  Heav'n  (hall  hear  the  pray'r, 

And  fave  a  father  to  my  fon.  * 


Alas  !  that  figh  !  what  difmal  found ! 
Methought  I  heard  my  hufband  near  j 
No,  'twas  the  wind,  that,  whittling  round, 
Sinks  my  poor  throbbing  heart  with  fear. 

Her  tender  frame  could  bear  no  more, 

Exhaufted  Mary  finks  to  reft  t  : 

• 
Now  Fancy  labours  to  reftore 

Contentment  to  her  troubled  breaft.  '•>   ' 


Dreft  in  the  robei  of  rofy  light, 
Such  robes  as  pureft  angels  wear, 
She  faw  the  form  of  William,  bright 
And  glorious,  hov'ring  in  the  air. 


Around  his  head  a  wreath  was  worn, 
Compos'd  of  heav'n's  unfading  blooms,          V  .  ( 
Dipp'd  in  the  fplendours  of  the  morn, 
That  flied  a  (how'r  of  fweet  perfumes. 


100 

Yet  fUll  a  melancholy  grace, 
Whene'er  he  caft  his  eyes  btlow, 
O'crfpread  the  radiance  of  his  fact ; 
Ccleftial  tears  were  fecn  to  flow. 

•» 

He  led  her  to  ambrofial  bow'ri, 
Hung  with  the  fweeteft  blooms  of  fpring, 
Where,  'midft  the  fragrance  of  the  flow'rs,     . 
An  angel's  voice  was  heard  to  fing. 

Far  as  her  mortal  «ye  could  ken, 
She  faw,  entranced  in  fweet  amaze, 
The  fpirits  of  the  righteous  men, 
Tuning  their  harps  to  fongi  of  praife. 

And  fuch,  faid  William,  is  tliy  lot, 

When  the  (hort  fcene  of  life  is  o'er  j 

Then,  lovely  Mary  !  forrow  not, 

For  one,  and  but  one,  trial  more* 

.\ 

Thrice  did  her  arms  impafficm'd  cla/p 
The  dear  delufion,  thrice  it  broke, 
And  mildly  fhrunk  from  «v»ry  grafp, 
While,  warm  with  rapture,  Mary  woke. 


101 

And  Mary  now,  with  heart  at  cafe, 
Too  fondly  dreams  her  luff  'ring's  o'er  j 
She  flies  to  greet,  but,  Oh  i  {He  fees     . 
Her  William  frozen  at  the  door. 

'•'> 
Oh  !  gracious  Father  t  hear  her  pray*r» 

The  feeble  bars  of  life  remove, 
And  let  this  fond  and  faithful  pair      ', 
Find  reft  from  all  their  woes  above?  •*  * 

i    '.  • 

Watch  o'er  the  infant's  helplefs  days  ; 
Tis  thou  who  hear'ft  the  raven's  cry  j 
And  furely,  when  a  mother  prays, 
Thy  pow'rful  aid  is  ever  nigh. 


Lines  written  on  hearing  a  Man  af- 
tempt  to  prove  that  there  was  no 
God,  ^ 

TELL  me,  proud  difputant  !  why  . 
Thy  heart  muft  give  thy  tongue  the  lie  I 
Say,  when  you  contemplate  the  tomb, 
And  think  of  judgment,  foou  to  some,.        , ,  , 
Ka 


102 

Dow  not  rcmorfc  your  bofom  fill  ? 

Do  not  your  veiru  with  horror  chill  J 

Do  you  not  tremble  with  amaze* 

And  pant  for  longer,  longer  days  ? 

Sigh  at  the  fctting  of  the  fun, 

And  fear  thy  race  of  life  is  run  ? 

Thcfe  fecrct  thoughts,  thefc  horrid  fttngt,       • 

Are  but  the  proofs  which  conference  brings* 

To  (hew  there  is  a  God,  to  you, 

Of  ju(\ice  and  of  judgment  too. 


Lines  written  on  seeing  a  Grave  with- 
out  a  Stone. 

ALAS  !  no.  fcutcheon'd  marfcle-here  difplays, 
In  long-drawn  eulogies,  thy  nanw  and  worth ; 
Such  fcrvilc  homage  Adulation  pays.  • 

To  a  poor,  mould'ring  clod  of  common  earth.. 

1 
The  pompous  eulogy,  emblazon'd  high, 

With  all  the  glare  that  Flatt'ry  can  beftow, 
In  fplendid  falfehood  ftrikes  the  traveler's  eye>. 
And  makes  the  filly  tear  of  pity  flow.. 


103 

The  fculptor'i  chifcl,  nnd  die  poct'a  pen, 
To  late  pofterity  have  often  told* 
Of  deeds  of  mat  chiefs  virtue,  done  by  men    * 
Whofe  very  mern'rie*  make  the  blood  run  coldi 


Oft  from  mine  eyes  do  tears  indignant 
When  fuch  detcfted  flatteries  they  fcan  ; 
Oft  does  rcfentmcnt  heave  my  fwelling  heart  r, 
I  mourn  the  fad  depravity  of  man. 

The  yellow  cowflip,  and  the  vi'lct  blue,. 
The  pallid  daify,  glowing  by  tliy  fide, 
Are  all,  poor  peafant  i  that  remain  to  you  }. 
But  Nature  gives  what  haughty  man  dcny'dt. 


Sweet,  fimple  trophies  !  and  to  me  more 
Than  all  the  arrogance  of  letter'd  lore  :. 
Receive  the  tribute  of  a  parting  tear, 
Warm  from  my  heart;.-  a  bard  can  give  no  morev. 


Written  during  a  Snwo-Storm*. 

W  OW  o'er  the  world  reigns  horrible  Defpair, 
And  Winter,  rob'd  in  clouds,  tremendous  roars ;; 


.  ( 


104 

Rides  in  the  whirlwind  thro'  the  turbid  air, 
And  drives  the  fleet  tempeftuous  at  the  doors. 

Daughter  of  nris'ry  f  in  this  dreadful  ftorm, 

What  poor  relief  can  fympathy  impart  ? 

0  could  the  tender  tear  of  pity  warm 

The  life-blood  freezing  round  thy  drooping  heart  I 

•  y 

On  beds  of  down  thou  once  could'ft  find  r«pofe» 
And  balmy  flumbers  clos'd  thy  joy-bright  eyes  $ 
But  now  thy  pillow  is  the  drifted  fnows, 
Thine  only  covering  the  cold  winter  flues.  t 

E'en  now,  alas  i  in  thy  parental  fold, 
Doarer  than  life,  thy  infant  is  comprefs'd  j      * 
Thro*  ev'ry  vein  he  feels  the  curdling  cold,( 
And  clings  for  fuccour  to  thy  frozen  breafL 
i 

Ye  cold  and  cruel  hearts,  jvho  never  felt 
Of  free  benevolence  the  rapt'rous-  glow  j 
O,  could  my  Mufe's  fire  your  bofoms  melt, 
And  make  the  dreams  of  fweet  companion  flow  U 


105 

From  you,  while  flumb'rmg  on  your  beds  of  down, 
No  tear  of  tranfient  pity  ever  dole  : 
Ev'n  cruel  Winter,  with  his  rugged  frown, 
Shoots  not  fuch  thrilling  horror  to  the  foul. 

Parent  of  Nature  !  whofc  almighty  voice 
Can  hufli  the  ragings  of  the  troubled  fca, 
Whofe  fmiles  make  Nature  s  drooping  heart  rejoice; 
The  wretched  foul  for  fuccour  flics  to  thee. 

• 
Before  thy  throne  the  trembling  foul  appears, 

Anxious  and  fhiv'ring  at  thine  awful  nod  ; 
And  Mercy's  Angel,  with  cclcftial  tears, 
Pleads  for  the  mild  companion  of  a  God. 

Thou  know*ft  what  pangs  the  wretched  muft  endure, 
By  cruel  man's  precarious  bounty  fed  ; 
Once  on  the  earth  thou  wand'redft  meek  and  poor, 
And  found'ft  no  Iheltcr  for  thy  facred  head. 

« 

When  cruel  man  bears  an  imperial  fway, 
May  thy  kind  pow*r  ths  tyrant's  rage  controuV 
And,  like  the  breath  of  rofy-footed  May, 
Waft  confolation  to  the  wretch's  foul. 


106 

Bright  is  jhe  many-colourM  arch  of  fpring  j 
On  the  dark  clouds  expanding,  clear  and  warm  j 
The  ftrong  reflection  of  an  angel's  wing, 
That  flies  from  hcav'n  to  ftill  the  troubled  dorm* 

Sweet  is  the  wild-flow'r  of  the  defert  glen, 
That  lonely  flow'r,  by  fimple  Nature  fed  5 
Beneath  the  covert  of  the  gloomy  fen, 
It  fwells  and  blufhes  from  its  mofly  bed. 

* 
Sweet  to  the  poet's  eye  is  early  dawn  } 

Far  o'er  the  heav'ns  the  kindling  glories  fly, 
As  the  proud  regent  of  the  rifing  morn 
Pours  floods  of  radiance  from  his  golden  eye. 

Yet  not  fo  bright  is  fpring's  expanding  bow, 
Nor  yet  fo  fweet  is  Nature's  lovely  flow'r, 
Nor  the  rich  fervours  of  the  morning's  glow, 
As,  pure  Benevolence !  thy  facred  pow'r. 

When  heav'ns  lad  angel,  foaring  in  the  flues, 
Sings  hallelujahs  o'er  the  world  on  fire, 
Thy  glorious  form,  Benevolence  1  (hall  rife, 
And  to  the  bofom  of  thy  God  afpire. 


107 
Written  in  the  Night-time. 

VV  HILE  the  loud  brawl,  and  vulgar  wit, 
Night's  dark  and  folemn  concave  rend, 
Here  by  my  taper  let  me  fit, 
And  mourn  the  death  of  many  a  friend. 

,.:, 
J3eneath  yon  oak's  myfterious  (hade, 

What  fchemes  our  infant  fancies  drew, 
While  ftretch'd  at  leifure  we  furvey'd 
The  wild-flow'rs,  tipt  with  morning  dew  ! 

We  mark'd  the  bufy,  humming  bee, 
While  journeying  on  from  flow'r  to  flower  \ 
The  lovely  warbler  on  the  tree 
Would  fweetly  foothe  the  noon-tide  hour. 

When  fummer's  fultry  breezes  blew, 
We'd  feck  fome  river's  winding  flow, 
And  fhudder,  as  we  plung'd,  to  view 
The  broad  expanfe  of  heav'n  below. 

Let  man,  with  proud,  afpiring  mind, 
Reject  thofe  trifles  childhood  knew  $ 
Full  foon,  unhappy !  he  will  find, 
All  worldly  joys  are  trifles  too. 


108 

Now  folemn  tolls  the  midnight  bell, 
And  ftartles  deep's  dull,  drowfy  eye  j 
In  hollow  founds  it  feems  to  tell 
The  hour  of  my  departure  nigh. 

Each  quiet  paffion  of  the  breaft, 
That  flwnn'd  the  glaring  orb  of  day, 
Now  rifes  from  the  bed  of  reft, 
To  court  the  pale  moon's  penfive  ray. 

While  night  thus  hovers,  dark  and  damp, 
Oh  !  heav'nly  Contemplation,  deign 
To  leave  thy  ever-burning  lamp, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  facred  fane. 

Perhaps  the  fliadc  of  fome  dear  friend, 
Whofe  death  I  mourn'd  with  many  a  figh, 
From  realms  of  glory  may  defcend, 
And  ftaiid  a  guardian  angel  by. 

Long  as  the  mcm'ry  holds  a  feat 

In  tliis  poor,  weak,  diftrac*ted  frame*,   •  \ 

Long  as  my  vital  pulfes  beat, 

Oh,  WARREN  !*  I'll  revere  thy  name. 

*  jl/r.  Samuel  Warren  of  Provident*. 


109 

Once  more  I  fecm,  in.  grief  profound, 

To  tread  the  church-yard's  gloomy  glade,         >»    r 

To  mark  the  flone  and  riling  mound 

Where  now  thy  dear  remains  are  laid. 

Mcm'ry  !  thy  melancholy  eye 
Pad  hours  of  friendftiip  brighten  on, 
Like  thofe  fair  clouds  that  deck  the  ikft 
And  glitter,  when  the  fun  is  gone. 

The  fong,  and  fentiment,  and  glee, 
That  echo'd  through  the  focial  room, 
Ah  !  little  did  I  think,  would  be 
Chang' d  to  the  tones  of  grief  and  gloom, 

Father  of  Light  i  before  thy  throne    " 
I  tremble,  while  I  pour  my  pray'r : 
Look,  gracious  God  !  in  mercy  down, 
O  !  teach  me  how  my  griefs  to  bear. 

When  waves  of  grief  and  trouble  roll, 
And  on  my  head  tempeftuous  beat, 

Then  may  mr  poor,  afHifted  foul 

•      •  *  '  • . .    i  .•  • 

Find  flicker  in  thy  mercy  feat.  ,,  .  .•  •  / 


no 

While  Midnight,  melancholy  pow'r, 
Broods  o'er  the  world  with  raven  -wings, 
Teach  my  fond  foul  from  earth  to  tow'r,' 
And  mufc  awhile  on  heav'nly  things. 

Though  the  poor  heart  with  grief  repines>  s    :l P:. 

Though  all  the  pow'rs  of  nature  bend,  ;  .  .  j— 

Thy  mercy  in ~lhy  juftice  fliines  5        .-.  ,  •.   -  ffy 
In  thee  the  friendlefs  find  a  friend/ 


Then  ceafe,  my  foulr  to  flag  and  droop, 
Beneath  a  father's  chaft'ning  rod  j 
The  man  who  forrows  without  hope 
Arraigns  the  juftice  of  his 


A  Night  Scene. 

°  ,  •     .  ,     •  •• 


tlERE  on  this  folitary  beach 
I  mufe  ;  'tis  Contemplation's  feat  s    I 
The  wide,  tumultuous  billows  ftrttch 
Their  harmlefs  currents  at  my  feet 


Ill 

jfuft  o'er  the  brow  of  yonder  hill,  .  >  . 

With  venerable  mifti  fo  gray,  * 

The  full  moon  rife s,  calm  and  dill,  i     • .  •  » 

And  fcatters  round  a  penflve  day.  .  •....., 

Far  as  the  eye  can  travel  round, 
Mountains  appear,  a  (lately  chain, 
Whofe  tops,  with  lunar  radiance  crown'd, 
Project  their  fliadow*  o'er  the  main. 

. 
The  hollow  found  of  footfteps,  heard         .  • 

As  flow  I  pafs  along  the  fliore,  '      .    . 

Alarms  the  fleeping  water-bird  i       *  ; 
She  ftarts,  and  flutters  far  before.    '    .-  Y   •,  ' 


A  few  light  clouds  fucceflfive  chafe  .:  , 

The  pale  moon,  trav'ling  up  the  fky  ; 
Reluctantly  (he  dips  her  face, 
And  lays  her  tranquil  radiance  by. 

As  anxioufly  around  I  turn, 
And  wait  the  moon's  emerging  ray, 
Innoxious  fire-flies  round  me  burn, 
Obfequious,  to  direct  my  way. 


112 

DifFufe  the  momentary  glow ; 

Give  all  the  light  that  ye  can  give  ;. 

From  fire-flies  haughty  kings  might  know         r . 

How  ftort  all  human  glories  live.     .  .  ' 

Ye  who  in  fcftive  revels  pafs, 

Awhile  with  your  own  hearts  commune  |    •  *    ' 

Oh  !  leave  the  yet  unfinifh'd  glafi, 

And  walk  beneath  the  tranquil  moon. 

Reflelt  on  how  much  time  is  fpent  •    < 

Amidft  the  giddy  and  the  gay  : 
You  feek  for  joy,  and  difcontent 
Is  ftill  companion  of  your  way. 

Though  now  you  revel  out  the  night         '  •  :  A 
In  idle  and  lafcivious  talk. 
When  the  poor  foul  (hall  take  its  flight, 
You'll  envy  me  this  cv'ning  walk. 


-.   • 


113 


The  Pleasures  of  Literature  : 

A  PoiMt  deJivereJon  the  Annwerfary  of  the  "  FBDEIAL 
PHi,"  at  tit  Baptifl  Mefting-Houft  in  Prow- 
en  the  $3  day  of  Scptcnl<rt  1801. 


W  HILE  fierce  Ambition  reigns  without  control* 
Strains  ev'ry  nerve,  and  harrows  all  the  foul, 
On  modeft  worth  and-  virtue  cafts  a  frown, 
Exalts  the  beggar,  tears  the  monarch  down, 
Each  facred  rule,  that,  fince  the  world  began, 
Has  bound  congenial  man  to  fellow  man, 
Breaks  down  and  tramples  with  refiftlefs  force, 
All  danger  braves,  and  ruin  marks  her  courfc  } 
While  Truth,  while  Genius,  tremble  with  amaze, 
Retire  to  deferts,  figh  for  happier  days  } 

iS    • 

O  tell  me  where  —  fome  guardian  angel  tell—' 
Amongft  this  chaos,  where  fhall  Science  dwell  ?  * 

While,  'midft  the  jangle  of  inccflant  ftrife, 
That  forms  the  common  intercourfe  of  life, 
La 


U4 

'     Fraud's  dang'rous  fnares,  and  Plunder's  prowling 

**  -      -  v.  \.  •' 

paw, 

Are  cherifh'd,  guarded,  not  reftrain'd,  by  law  ; 
While  giant  Wealth,  prefumptuous,  dares  to  tread, 
And  crufh  the  poor  man  in  his  humble  fhcd  * 
While  fighs  and  tears,  and  unavailing  grief, 
Are  drooping  Mis'ry's  poor  but  fole  relief; 
O  tell  me  where— fome  guardian  angel  tell— 
Amidft  this  chaos,  where  fliall  Science  dwell  ? 

While  rude  Licentioufnefs  unbounded  reigns 
Amongil  mankind,  and  Heav'n's  own  altar  Ruins, 
Treads  boldly  now  where  pure  Religion  trod, 
Trolls  the  lafcivious  fong,  blafphemes  the  God  i 
While  David's  hurp  ii  on  the  willowi  hung, 
*  And  bears  the  venom  fpit  from  Scandal's  tongue ; 
O  tell  me  where— rfome  guardian  angel  tell— « 
Aroidfl  this  cbaos,  where  (Hall  Science  dwell  ? 

There  are,  there  are,  amidft  this  turbid  fcene* 
Some  favoured  fpots  yet  tranquil  and  ferenc, 


115 

Sacred  to  Science,  where  the  Mufes  (lilt 

May  wander  fafe,  and  quaff  th*  Aonian  rill. 

The  eye,  cqndemn'd  this  gloomy  wafle  to  roam, 

With  pleafure  finds  a  fcientifie  dome, 

Where  the  young  mind,  as  yet  unform'd,  may  dwelJ, 

Woo  Contemplation  from  her  deeped  cell, 

Dive  the  receflcs  of  the  "  vafty  deep,'* 

And  fee  what  wonders  in  old  ocean  deep ; 
<  i 

Or,  with  the  fervid  comet's  rapid  glance, 

Range  thro',  or  bound,  creation's  vad  expanfe  ; 
Or,  more  adventurous,  fearch  the  gloomy  plain 

Where  funs  and  dars  unkindled  yet  remain, 

t 

Waiting  th'  almighty  word,  with  awe  profound; 
To  rife  and  glare  amongfl  the  ruin  round* 
Here  too  the  mind,  from  this  aerial  tour* 
May  drop  and  light  upon  the  humbled  flow'r* 
And  fee  the  fame  almighty  pow'r  difplay'd 
In  the  foft  touches  of  the  violet  ftiadc, 
The  fame  all-pow'rful  pencil  paint  the  rofe, 
That  pours  the  radiance  of  the  morning  glows  j 

' 


i  iff 

N 

The  fame  all-feeing,  all-pervading  Soul 
Create,  fuftain  and  vivify  the  whole. 

Delirium  fweet !  ev'n  at  this  diftant  tlour 
I  feel  thy  magic,  and  confefs  thy  pow'r  $ 
Tx>  fcience  ftill  my  ravifVd  foul  afpires, 
And  burns,  I  truft,  with  never-dying  fires. 
From  the  dark  fhadows  of  affliction's  night, 
Return,  ye  vifions,  to  my  raviih'd  fight ; 
Give  me,  at  lead  in  nfcolledlion,  ftill 
Once  more  to  wander  yonder  dew-bright  hilL 
What  time  the  moon,  afcendmg  calm  and  bright, 
O'er  the  dim  hill-top  wheel'd  her  orb  of  light, 
When  at  a  diftancc  ev*ry  twinkling  flar- 
Shone  with  fcant  radiance  round  the  lunar  car  ; 
'Twas  then  thy  light,  O  Meditation  !  ftole, 
And  thone  with  fober  radiance,  on  my  foul. 

Give  back  that  hour  when  morn,  in  glory  ftrong,' 

•  i  .' 
Rofe  from  the  deep,  and  blaz'd  the  heav'ns  along, 

And  faw  my  trembling  taper,  faint  and  pale, 
Shed  itt  laft  glimmer  on  fome  claffic  tale, 


0  may  thefe  dear  enchantments  round  me  rile, 
And  place  all  heav'n  before  my  ravifh'd  eyes. 
Teach  me  compofure  in  affliction's  gloom, 
To  fmile  at  fate,  and  triumph  at  the  tomb ! 

Say,  fon  of  Science,  would'ft  thou  barter  now 
Thy  knowledge  for  a  monarch's  dazzling  brow  ? 
For  India,  glitt'ring  with  her  pomp  of  gold, 

^ 

For  all  the  gems  Golconda's  caverns  hold  ? 

No ;  add  them  all,  and  this  ftupendous  whole 

Sinks  far  beneath  one  atom  of  the  foul. 

Give,  as  I  grope  this  vale  of  life  along» 

Give  to  my  foul  a  the  fix'd  contempt  of  wrong,'*  • 

For  fcience  an  unconquerable  zeal, 

And  ftill  the  mind  to  reljfi  what  1  feel. 

All  other  gifts,  O  Fortune  !  1  refign  ; 

Give  wealth  to  others,  but  let  thefe  be  mine. 

Ye  happy  youths,  ye  favour'd  few,  who  rove     , 

In  the  charm'd  circle  of  the  mufes*  grove, 

Pant  not  for  reparation— you  will  find 

The  time  too  fliort  to  fatisfy  the  mind. 


118 

Hereafter  you  will  mourn,  with  heart-felt  teart,  > 
The  ftort,  fhort  term  of  four  revolving  years!    • 
Full  foon  your  fcrentific  laurels  fade, 
In  the  chill  dampnefs  of  oblivion's  fhade.     :<•-,' 
Anxious  viciflitudes>  unnumber'd  cares,        ,,  -. 
The  many  woes  our  common  nature  bears,       ;        \ 

ik 

Seen  dim  and  did  ant  through  the  clafflc  glafs, 

Swell  on  the  mind  in  one  tumultuous  mafs  ;     r  -,j 

Drive  far  away  thofe  exquifite  defires, 

Chill  the  warm  heart,  and  quench  the  mufes'  fires* 

Afk  thofe  who  lately  bade  a  long  farewel, 

If  in  their  eyes  the  tears  of  tranfport  fwell  :^    .. ;  ^ 

Afk  if  fond  mentfry,  loth  thofe  bow'rs  t.p  quit^ .  ,- : 

Does  not  with  gloomy  pleafure  linger  yet :     «  ,,^ 

Aflc  if  forebodings  do  not  cloud  the  brow 

With  cares  unknown,  becaufe  untry'd,  till  npw.     . 

Souls  which,  by  unity  oi"  fenfe  combined,  .  , ,  •  . 

Are  now  by  friendftyp's  holy  wedlock  join'd,  /      , 

To-morrow  fees  difpers*d  and  wandering  far,      .,f« 

To  meet  once  more  at— — GOD's  eternal  bar*  •• 


1191 

Full  often  too  the  tyrant  Death  invades 
The  fober  quiet  of  the  mufes*  (hades, 
Rifles  with  ruthlefs  hand  the  promifc  fair,  ; ;  f 

The  child  of  Hope,  and  Fame's  adopted, heir* 
Ev'n  while  impartial  Truth  prepares  to  write 
His  name  and.  worth  in  characters  of  light, 
She  drops  her  quill,  reclines  her  drooping  head, 
And  tells,  with  tears,  that  PADELFORD*  is  dead* 
Aufpicious  youth  !  why  fhould  thy  parents  mourn 
Their  folace  from  their  fond  embraces  torn  ?  • 

Enough  to  fame,  to  honour,  fwre  was  giv'n ; 
Earth  holds  its  fnare,  tfie  reft  is  claim'd  by  heav'n. 
The  laurel,  ready  on  tfcy  brows  to  bloom, 

Shall  blow  with  ten-fold  beauty  round  thy  tomb. 

- 

......  .  .; 

Be  it  thy  taflc,  O  fon  of  Science !  now,  . 
While  expectation  rifes  on  .thy  brow,  , 


Padilford,  a  member  of  th  Senior  Oafs  in 
ic-IJland  College,  and  ont  of  the  Federal 
who  died  of  tie  Small-pox.  *     •     '-  ..; '. 


120 

While   pleasures,  which  know  none  but  fancy*! 
bound,  ..  ,.. 1 

Rife  in  futurity,  and  dazzle  round—  .        .     ,      .  ; . ; 
(Pleafurcs  which  fancy  only  can  employ, 
And  which  will  yield,  at  beft,  but/wwW  joy) 
Be  it  thy  taflc,  all  other  cares  refign'd,  -•,  L  »' ...     • 
To  give  to  fcience  all  th'  enraptur'd  mind* 
AH  petty  cares,  calamities  of  ft  ate, 
All  party  rancour,  difcord's  warm  debate, 
Corroding  malice,  envy's  fervile  taunts, 
Forever  banifh  from  the  mutes'  haunts  j     . 
For  thcfe  unquiet  fiends  will  difregard    • : — 
The  fweet  effufiojw  of  the  Mantuan  bard. 
Leave  to  the  day  of  future  toil  and  ftrifc  •  ^  .  ^ 
Tlie  many  woes  which  fcfter  human  life ; 
Jmpiovc  the  hour,  the  heav'nly  neclar  fuj^i"  :]  * 
TJiat  fparkles  now  in  friendfhip's  holy  cupb  ' 

i 
When  Difcord  founds  her  clarion  loud  and  flinl!, 

And  plants  her  ftandard  on  the  mufes'  hill,  *«•     •:: 


121 

The  feats  of  calm  repofe,  the  bbw'rs  of  taftc, 
Are  left  a  gloomy,  melancholy  wafte. 
Here  once  th*  afpirtng  laurel  rofe,  and  fpread 
Its  blufhing  honours  for  the  youthful  head : 
Behold  how  rifled,  withering  on  the  ground, 
Oblivion's  fpiders  weaving  cobwebs  round* 
Of  all  that  once  could  "  dazzle  or  endear,"        , 
What  is  there  now  the  fick'ning  heart  to  chejwr ) 
O  let  me  aflc,  (forgive  my  filial  heat) 
"Where  now,  fair  Science !  is  thy  lov'd  retreat.?  -^ 
See  in  thy  groves  the  fcrpent  Slander  twine* 
And  mark  how  bright  his  baneful  volumes  fhinc  ;     . 
Behold  ,him  wind  along  thy  fav'rite  plains,  • 

And  pour  the  deadlicft  pojfon  of,tis  veins. 
Before  the  blafting  venom  of  his  eyei    •  i:rlp 

Unfpottcd  wordi  and  confcious  yirtue  flies*    ...  ^  ..  L 
Tlurs  when  the  pale  moon  breaks  the  night's  dull 

glooms,  4         r-  £  ;i  .  ,  . 

And  glares  witli  pcnfive  grandeur  on  t 
M 


122 

The  fell  hyena  quits  his  dungeon  foon, 
Howls  forth  a  di&nal  homage  to  the  moon,    , 
Steals  to  the  grave,  cxpofes  to  the  air 
The  corpfe  of  wjorth  or  beauty  flumb'ring  there, 
And,  while  the  glooms  of  midnight  horrors  lajl, 
Safe  in  his  .den  enjoys  tjie  dread  rcpaft, 

Without  that  vifionary  charm  that  binds 
In  focial  intercourfe  congenial  minds, 
Without  the  aid  that  confidence  can  give, 
Ah  !  who  could  live,  or  who  would  wifh  to  live  ? 
Aufpicious  Fancy  !  though  before  thy  fhrine 
I  bow  Avith  reverence,  own  thy  charms  divine  \ 
Though  the  blcft  radiance  of  <hy  cheering  ray 
Shines  on  and  gilds  the  gloom  that  dulls  my  day  \ 
Yet,  dear  deluder  1  {halt  thou  never  be 
A  u  charter'd  libertine"  to  govern  me. 
Be  it  my  taflc,  nor  mine  alone,  to  pay 
A  bounded  dcf  'rcnce  to  thy  mighty  fway. 


When*  once  thy  objects  loom  upon  my  flg 
Beyond  th*  cxtremeft  ftretch  of  reafonV  height, 
They  melt  and  vanifli  from  my  wondrring  eye, 
Like  dreams  of  night  when  morn  illumes  the  (ky. 

•  •      -  -.;'.    r.-. ;  c.:..'  ' 

O  fon  of  Science  !   view  mankind  with  caret 

(For  much  thy  happineft  muft  centre  there) 

x 

Not  by  the  light  which  Fancy  has  difplay'd, 

•  •  «          '     '* 

But  view  him  only  as  by  Nature  made  j  . 

Noble  in  reafon,  but  in  pafllon  ftrong  ; 
Still  arguing  right,  and  flill  performing  wrong. 
In  reafon's  eye  (not  fancy's)  he  will  pafs, 
Virtue  and  vice  compounded  in  a  mafs. 
Cromwell,  whofe  martial  prowefs  none  could  fUnd, 
Who  tore  the  fceptre  from  his  fov'reign's  hand  i 
With  cunning  art  and  wonderful  grimace 
Could  bear  a  woful  gravity  of  face, 
Pretend  to  vifions  that  he  never  faw, 
the  faint,  and  tyrannise  by  law, 


124 

Strange  to  relate  (  in  that  myfterious  mind, 

The  lion  and  the  fpaniel  both  were  join'd. 
Marlb'rough,  whofe  glory  withfuch  radiance  i^..^ 

Whofe  deeds  of  valour  {hook  the  Bourbon  thrcnc, 
Whofe  pow'rs  the  world  admirM,  whofe  mighty 

name 

Hangs  high  and  brilliant  in  the  rolls  of  Fame, 
Could  his  afpiring  foul  to  meannefs  bend, 
And,  like  a  goffip,  fave  a  candle's  end. 
Who  has  not  known  that  tyrant  of  the  wood,.  . 
Sung  in  our  ballads,  chriften'd  Robin  Hood  t 
Who  plundered  griping  Avarice,  but  gave 
The  fpoils  of  rapine  to  the  needy  flave  ?  .  , 

One  led  an  army,  one  a  ruffian  clan- 
Tell,  ye  hiflorians,  which  the  nobleft  man. 

A  juft  difcrimination  thus  will  find 
Virtue  and  vice  pervading  all  mankind. 
Words  are  deceptive,  and  what  authors  fay 
Too  often  leads  tV  unwary  mind  aftray. 


125 

Judge  iheri  fey  a Jfar,  try  them  truly  Kb, 
"  And  neither  rife  too  high,  nor  fink  too  lotr.'1 
Here  let  cool  Reafon  diclate,  and  believe 
'Tis  Panels  province  always  to  deceive  $ 
\  tor  if,  on  Fancy's  vtfionary  plan, 

You  only  mark  the  fhining  trait*  of  man, 
That  gen'rous  confidence  engenders  harms* 
And  hugs  die  fmiling  villain  to  the  arms. 
Ingratitude,  ev'n  with  thy  honours  crowh'd; 
While  yet  thy  hand  is  heaping  Favours  round, 
Remorfelefs  makes  thy  tendered  vein  to  bleed. 
And  bafely  glories  in  th'  infernal  deed. 
Say,  do  you  doubt  this  facl,  ingenuous  youth  ? 
A  bleeding  GOD  will  tefHfy  the  truth. 
Or  if  your  eyes,  diftorted,  only  vievr 
Mankind's  dark  foibles  (this  can  fancy  do) 
Hated  rhifanthropy  will  feize  the  Heart',  " 

And  flab  with  keen  fufpicion's  deadlieft  dart : 

•• 

Ma 


,•«  r 


-126 

No  friend  remains  thy  gloomy  hours  to  cheer, 
None  from  thine  eyes  to  wipe  the  penfive  tear : 
In  focial  life  an  hermit  you  will  roye* 
Hated  by  thofe  who  fain  would  court  your  lore. 
Small  is  the  pleafure  (though  you  may  condemn) 
To  hate  mankind,  and  be  defpis'd  by  them* 
Preferve  in  er'ry  ftate  the  "  golden  mean ;"  ,    jv 
There,  there  alone  is  "  happinefs  ferene :" 
So  fhall  your  buoyant  bark  triumphant  ride* 
And  fcuc.!  fecure  on  life's  tempeftuous  tide, 
Before  the  breath  of  Heav'n's  aufpicious  gaL», 
And  in  the  port  of  glory  furl  the  fail.  .  v 

-     •  •-      •      ' .  :..'•' 

Illuftrious  MANNING.  L*  thus  didil  thou  controiil 

The  fire  and  genius  of  the  youthful  foul  5 
Teach  man  his  hcaJftrong  pafllons  to.rcflrain, 
And  Fancy  bridle  with  Discretion's  rein  L 


*  The  late  Rtv.  Jamts  Manning,  D.  D.  formerly 
Preftdcnt  «/  Rhode- Jjlan 3  CoUtp. 


C127 

Afpiring  Arrogance,  unlettered  Pride,    :    '  •  (' 
Shrunk  from  thy  glance,  or  in  thy  p  re  fence  dyM  j, 
While  modcft  Merit,  rifing,  bluth'd  to  fee 
The  chaplet  woven  for  her  brows  by  thee. 
*Twas  not  thy  pride  on  petty  crimes  to  lour, 
To  fink  the  genius,  crulh  the  mental  pow'r :      . 
No  j  twas  thy  pride  a'  pard'ning  ear  to  lend, 
And  in  chaflUement  ftill  to  (hew  the  friend ;     , 
To  bid  the  rifing  pride  of  youth  expand, 
And  touch  their  follies  with  a  lenient  hand  ; 
Still  in  the  bofoms  of  ingenuous  youth  ,;  * 

To  wake  the  dormant  pow'rs  of  fenfe  and  truth.. 
.This  facred  deflc,*  thcfe  confeerated  walls, 
Have  often  witnefsM  his  repeated  calls. 
For  poor*  unhappy  Tinners  to,  return*      ;  ,; 
While  yet  the  waning  lamp  of  life  would  burn.   . 
Through  him  the  poor  repentant  finner  found    . 
A  guardian  God,  with  rays  of  mercy  crown'd  * 

*  The  Baptijl  Church  in  Providence^  over  which  Pre* 
JiJent  Manning  was  Paflorfor  many  years* 


M28 

A  Saviour  kindly  traflung-Out  his  flams     '•-' 
In  the  rich  crimfoti  of  redeeming  t«1ftl  \     '  -  -    ^ 
Who,  with  a  countenance  ferenety  mild,      -.li.' »'•' 
ProfFer'd  the  babe  of  gtace,  and  HeaVa  MCtMS 

the  child. 

Through  him,  abafH'd,  the  hardened  fmner  faw 
The  terrors  of  the  violated  law  ;   : 
•«  A  righteous  Judge  defcend,  the  yawning'  tornfc> 
Subftantial  horrors,  and  eternal  doom." 
But  now,  beneath  the  cold  and  dampy  fod, 
His  body  fleeps  \  his  fpirit  refts  with  Cock 
You,  who  have  feen  his  labours,  know  full  well 
How  deep  your  forrows  were  when  MANNING  felL 
Come  then,  ye  friends  of  fcience,  virtue,  near» 
Here  paufe  and  pour  the  tributary  tear  ? 
To  tender  paflions  all  your  foul  refign,          :  -  •  • 
And  mingle  for  a  time  your  griefs  with  mitte^-- 
Yet  if  thy  faulted  fpirit.  can  receive     • 
One  more  enjoyment  from  what  earth  can  give— 


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To  fee  yon  Seat  of  Science  flouriih  fair,     . 
Which  erft  on  earth  was  thy  peculiar  care, 
Though  now  reclining  in  the  realms  of  reft, 
Would  make  thy  /Hade,  O  MANNING,  doubly  bled. 


True  and  False  Taste  contrasted. 

1  GETS  may  fing,  and  learned  cafuifts  fcan» 

-    -  • 

The  varying  paffions  of  the  mind  of  man  ; 
Yet  fimple  Nature,  with  fuperior  (kill, 
And  nicer  touch,  accommodates  them  dill. 

The  melancholy  man  delights  to  rove 
The  deep  recefles  of  a  folemn  grove, 
Alone,  unnotic'd,  far  remote  from  all 

I/  »       N 

The  noifc  of  merriment,  or  midnight  brawl : 
Beneath  the  fober  moon's  congenial  ray 
He  mufes  many  a  penfive  hour  away* 


ISO 

Not  fo  when  pleasure  frolics  in  the'  veins-** 
Then  free  as  air  we  trip  the  vernal  plains, 
Behold  the  fields  and  groves  cxtented  wide, 
Or  cattle  grazing  by  the  green  hill  fider 
Or  feck  fome  diftant  (hady  covert,  where,- 
Full  gay  of  heart,  the  village  maids  repair* 
Proud  of  their  charms,  the  buxom  dames  advance/ 
Strain  cv'ry  nerve,  and  join  tfo  rural  dance. 
His  awkward  arm  the  rude  mufician  fwings, 
And  giver  to  Difcord  all  his  grating  firings. 
Nor  let  the  cyme  mind  contempt  beftow  j 

»Tis  mufic  all,  where  none  aflfecl  to  know, 

......  .     >\ 

Or,  if  the  ever-varying  mind  of  matt 
Would  fain  the  majefty  of  Nature  fcait, 
He  feeks  fome  mountain,  whofe  flupendous  height, 
Ridg'd  with  the  earliefl  beams  of  morning  light, 
Glooms  o'er  the  valley  its  expanded  (hade, 
And  from  its  fummit  pours  the  full  cafcadt. 


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'Whatever  parffions  thus  the  mind  can  mare, 
pelight  the  fancy,  or  the  fcnfe  improve, 
Congeal  with  horror,  or  can  thrill  with  joy, 
Abundant  Nature  gives  them  full  employ, 

'Tis  then  the  pow,  rapt  in  fancy's  maze, 
On  Nature's  rude  magnificence  will  gaze  ; 
As  round  and  round  .his  ravifVd  fancy  turns, 
Each  fenfe,  each  thought,  with  tenfold  ardour  burns 
Original  and  bold  beyond  control, 
He  paints  the  vifions  rifing  in  his  foul ; 
And  gives,  tranfported,  'mi JH  die  loud  agclaim, 
The  radiant  volume  to  the  hands  of  Fame. 
'Tis  then  the  reader,  bound  by  charm  of  fong, 
Hears  the  foft  flreamlet  roll  the  vales  along, 
Or  the  vcxM  billows  of  the  ocean  roar, 
And  break  in  thunder  on  the  defcrt  fhor«  j 
Sighs  with  the  flupwreck'd  mariner  to  roam, 
In  climes  far  dulant  from  his  native  home, 


And  leaves  his  wretched  offspring,  cold  and  bare, 
To  'wan4er  hopelefs  in  the  winter  air ; 
Mourns  with  the  poor,  unhappy  virgin,  when, 
Seduc'd  by  flatt'ring  promifes  of  men, 
She  gives  her  fame,  her  honour,  virtue  up, 
To  di  ink  of  wretchedncfs  the  diFcn  cup  ; 
Feels  with  the  conqu'ring  hero  glory's  charms, 
When,  'midft  the  horrid  din  of  war's  alarms, 
Sweet  fuppliant  Mercy  marches  in  his  train, 
And  gives  the  captive  liberty  again. 
Alive  to  all  the  poet's  pen  reveals, 
He  wonders  at  the  energy  he  feels* 

Then  why  fliould  we  our  time  and  labour  wade 
O'er  books  to  learn  the  rudiments  of  tafte— 
Thofe  dull  and  tedious  genius-fctt'ring  rules, 
Form'd  by  the  haughty  pedagogues  of  fchools  ? 
No,  let  us  never  breathe  th'  infccled  air :  , 
For  tafte,  fcarch  Nature  ;  (he  is  only  there* 


133 

Immortal  SHAKISJEARI,"  Fancy's  darling  child,"  -' 

Whene'er  he  "  warbled  forth  his  wood-notes  wild,"  * 

• 

pefpis'd  the  vulgar  rules  which  critics  boaft,       -  J 
And  in  his  wild  excurfions  pleafes  merL  »  V 

Could  but  thcnftufe  in  humble  guife  afpire 

To  catch,  O  POPE  !  one  glimmer  of  thy  fire, 

1  '• 
Life  with  its  various  evils  would  (he  greet. 

And  lofe  them  all  in  meditation  fweet. 
Fiction  was  then  the  drefs  which  JUafon  wore, 

To  make  her  fov'relgn  empire  pleafe  the  more* 
1  «•    •  .         ...         •.  > 

Th*  unwary  reader  found  his  paffions  mov'd, 

Yet»  while  he  wonder'd,  felt  his  .heart  improv'd. 

* 
O  Pope !  thy  darts  of  fatire,  pointed  juft, 

Would  (hike  prepoft'rows  Foil  v  to  the  duft. 

'.     i 
At  thy  command  obfcquious  Nature  rais'd 

Her  mirror,  which  widi  noonday  fplendours  blai'4, 

•  •  •        ;'> 

Reflecting  ftill  ten  thousand  thoufand  hues, 

gaye  their  blended  radiance  to  thy  mufc. . 
^  '•".(.-*'.*.          ,  .  ••  • .    \  \   i    ,  *  *       A 


^Tfiy  mu&TcleSed  from  that  group*  wi&iagfe- 


Combined  the  whole  in  one  confident  plan, 
And  gave  th'  inanortal  Jegac  y  to  mat, 


Science,  .neglected  or 
AfTum'd  a  (Ute.and  attitude  with  men  ;  . 
JEv'n  Opulence,  far  ,ojut9  her  charms  admir*^ 
Bow'd  in  her  prcfence,  and  with.  awe  retir'd, 

.    . 
How  has  xnj  foul  in  rapt  attention  hung, 

When  thy  fweet  chords,  harmonious  BE  ATT  i  E,  mng  ! 
Whene'er  thy  Edwin  walks  in  thought  profound, 
And  views  the  majefty  of  nature  round  ; 
The  mountain,  ft  retching  his  proud  Jiead  OB  high, 
.  Or  the  cool  rainbow,  glitt'ring  in  the  iky  ; 
The  folemn  green  of  proves,  the  upland  lawn, 

On  which  the  morning  fpreads  the  purple  dawn; 

.  < 

What  heart  fo  callous,  fo  infenfate  grown, 
As  not  to  make  thy  raptures  alLjtt 


OESS 

the-u/the  Muies'  highly  faYOur'd  Ton,' 
Had  ft  thou  but  finifh'd  what  thy  hand  begun. 

Thy  name  remote  pofterity  would  tell  \ 

.  • 

Exulting  Fame  her  loudeft  clarion  fwelL  v 

Shall  I  forget  thcc,  melancholy  GRAY  f 
When  oft  my  footfteps  pace  the  « church-yard" 

vay, 
Where  oft  mine  eyes  furvey  the  wild-flow Vs  fteni, 

.  «  4 

And  mouldering  clod  ere  long  to  cover  them  ? 

Ah  i  no  |  the  faded  flo w'r,  th*  autumnal  treet 

. 
Remind}  btefl  bard  I  my  drooping  foul  of  thee. 

,.'..•   I 

Thefe  were  the  claJfllc'dayf  when  poets  wrote-  * 
Prom  the  pure  impulfc  fimple  Nature  taught. 
Correct  in  di<5tion,  and  in  judgment  chafle» 
With  all  th'unftudied  elegance  of  tafte, 

In  language  pure,  and  deftitute  of  art,  • 
They  charm'd  the  fancy,  while  they  warm'd  the 
heart.-    :^'        •-     .=  • 


Bat  now  fuchTwtet  fimplicity  gives  felace '   ft   "f 
To  tawdry  ornament,  and  pert  grimace*  • ;  * 

:.»...  -.>.'   .  .  ': 

Say,  can  cool  judgment  ever  wafle  its  time 
O'er  DEL  LA  CRUSCA'S  meretricious  rhyme  } 
Where  noife  and  nonfenfe  hand  in  hand  combine, 

And  trip  it  to  the  mcafure  of  his  line  ; 

i     .T 

Where  flrange,  outrageous  ecftacies,  unknown^ 

Or  m  the  walls  of  Bedlam  felt  alone, 

•    .  .    r 

Pretend)  with  wonderful  grimace,  to  vie 
With  Rapture's  thrill,  or  Love's  delicious  figh  ? 
Here  we  may  read,  "  th*  erratic  comet  runs," 
Poor  travler  f  through  M  a  wildernefs  of  funs  :M  • 
Here  too  we  read  th*  enraptur'd  poet  fwore,  J 
(Heav'ns  I  what  an  oath !)  that  he  would  write  net 
more, 

Unlefs  Matilda  would  the  fray  begur,  ^ 

> 

And  fcrawl  her  namby  pamby  rhymes  again  f 
Matilda!  tell  me,  how  could'ft  thou  rcfiga    ,  ^ 
Thyfelf  a  votary  to  Cupid's  fhrine, 


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When*  by  ft  fu  dden  transformation,  lie   « -ft*.' 

1$  from  a  God  chang'd  to  It  goofe  by  the*  ?  *  v .  *. 

Enough,  enough ;  "  I  war  not  with  the  dead  i" 

On  Folly's  afces  who.  would  wiih  to  treai  ? 

» 

Hereafter,  let  no  (on  of  Science  mourn 
That  ev*ry  fubjed  for  the  Mufe  ii  worn. 
Behold !  abroad  the  arch  enchanter  roves, 

And  rifles  all  the  pride  of  Flora's  groves ; 

. 
Then,  by  his  magic,  wonder-working  pow'r* 

Transforms  the  fimple,  modeft,  blufhing  flowV 
To  fome  licentious  damfel,  bold  and  gay, 
And  gives  her  fweet  virginity  away. 
The  modeft  violet  of  the  humble  plain,. ; 
*The  fvreeteft  far  of  Flora's  lovely  train,        •*•••'' 
Emblem  of  female  chaftity  no  more,  •  ^ 

Forfakcs  her  character,  and  turns  a  whorer    •  ' 
Who  has  not  feen  this  mighty  wofrfc,  and  cry'dy  - 
•  *  What  time  mifpent !  what  labour  mifa^ply? 
NT* 


138 

Ti»  done,  and  written  in  the  rolls  o/Fame,       *> 
A>  Jfrlendid  trijlcr  under  DJLRWIN'S  name.' » 

••:«:-'.-;.  :..'...'..         .    ,: 
Good  Heav'ns !  can  fach,  with  talents  fo  unchaft  , 

Prefume  to  rule  the  bar  of  public  tafle  ? 

O  then  farewel,  for  now  no  more  is  fought    «• 

That  fimple  majefty  of  rhyme  and  thought, 

For  which  th*  immortal  bards  of  better  days 

Toll'd  many  a  fleeplcfs  night  to  grace  their  lays  t 

Farewel  to  all  that  Nature's  charms  difpcnjfey 

And,  lad  of  all,  farewel  to  common  fenfe. 

O  Folly  !  now  the  day  is  all  thy  own  I 

Talk  thou  haft  vanquiiL'd — now  ufurp  the  thrope  ; 

AfTume  the  critic's  fcowl  and  formal  flare  \ 

Coodemn  repining  Genius  to  defpair  j 

Give  to  each  coxcomb  rhymefler  thy  appluufe> 

tt  And  be  thyfolf  the  great  fublime  he  draws."1 

But  let  me  whifper  in  thy  length  of  ear, 

Though  now  triumphant,  that  thy  doom  draws  near* 


' 


139 

Continue  while  thou  canft  thy  cruel  fport  : 

A  tyrant's  power,  is  always  rcry  fhort. 

Well  pleas'd  I  hail  the  day's  not  diftant  flight, 

When  Tafte  "fhall  reaflunHJ  her  ancient  right,"   ' 

(The  reign  of  folly  and  delufion  o'er) 

And  POM  and  Poetry  prefide  once  more. 

• 

* 

NOTE  r. 

Hadft  tint,  tie  muftt*  bighfy:favour>Jfon9 
Hatty  thou  lutJint/Vd  what  thy  hand  begun. 


tn,  or  the  Minfrtlf*  \y  Dr.  Beattie,  is 
haps  one  of  the  fined  pieces  of  poetical  compofition 
that  ever  appeared  in  any  language.  Unfortu 
nately  for  mankind,  it  never  was  completed.  I  re 
gret  that  the  limits  prefcribed  to  my  publication 
will  not  allow  me  to  extract  from  that  beautiful 
poem. 

NOTE  a. 

7%'  trratic  comet  runt 
dthwart  a  vrilJenufi  of  funs. 

Brkifti  Album,  p..  73. 

• 

A  wildernds  of  funs  !     Euge  poeta  ! 


uo 

liVt{j        "*-   VV    1     -    '         ""  '         '<      -•    '• 

KOTI  5. 

.*••     l»     -.    ••     •:  v  >  .,- 

we  read  tH  enraptur*  J  poet  fwore,  &c. 

If  the  reader  has  any  inclination  to  perufe  this 
important  oath,  I  rauft  briefly  refer  him  to  the 
2?ri/j/&  Album*  p.  307.  I  have  neither  time  nor 
patience  to  tranfcribc  it. 


NOTE  4. 
It  from  a  gottchang'd  to  a  goofe  oy  tbcc. 

O  feize  again  thy  golden  quill, 

And  with  its  point  my  bofom  thrill.     . 

It  fell  from  Cupid's  b'urnifli'd  wing,  Sec. 

Erittfi  Album,  p.  3 . 

The  poetical  correfpondence  between  Delia 
Crufcu  and  Anna  Matilda  is,  in  my  humble  eflima- 
tion,  the  ne  plus  ultra  of  nonfenfe.  Puerile  conceit^ 
naufeous  compliment,  diilorted  metaphor,  grimace 
of  fentiment,  and  frigid  raptures,  conflkute  the 
whole  of  it*  See  Britiji  Album,  pufiim. 

NOTE  5V 
AJfltn JrJ  trtflcr  under  JD^Jur/wV  name. 

Dr.  Darwin's  "  Botamc  Garden"  is,  in  my  opf- 
ftion,  as  mdefenfible  on  the  ground  of  morality t  as 
it  is  even  by  ibme  of  its  warmeft  admben  allowed! 
to  be  on  the  principles  of  tafte.  As  for  the  common 
bawdry  and  obfcenity  of  wine  compofitions,  their 
horrid  vulgarity  is,  in  cultivated  minds,  an  antidote 


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to  their  operation.  By  the  fame  role,  whenever 
lafcivioufnefi  is  decorated  with  the  glitter  of  ele 
gant  language,  we  feet  ourfclves  enamoured  with 
the  fpectacle  before  we  are  aware  of  it.  The  eye 
is  foon  weary  with  contemplating  naked  beauty  ; 
but  when  the  loofenefs  or  tranfparency  of  the  dra 
pery  expofes  fome  hidden  charm,  and  conceals  the 
reft,  it  is  then  that  our  luftful  padlons  are  excited. 
Subjects  of  this  kind  are  always  open  to  fe verity  of 
remark,  and  more  efpecially  when  recommended 
and  enforced  by  refpeftability  of  character,  or  fplen- 
dour  of  literary  acquirements. 


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